We went to a remote trail at a time when we would not likely be noticed. I was naked. She wasn’t. We fucked. That’s the kind of shit you can get a...way with at sixty-six.Eight weeks went by since I told her I wanted her to fuck another man. That’s when I saw her blush, and laugh, with one. I got lucky. He was connected to our circle of friends. Gave us reasons to run into him again. I don’t have to tell you I took advantage of it. You knew I would.Within four weeks, they‘d seen each other five. My eyes were wide open as I gazed at what looked like some sort of dominatrix outfit.I mean, I was kind of hoping for a little sexual tension or maybe even some concealed fooling around, but I wasn’t prepared for her to be wearing something so revealing or obviously sexual. Her top was relatively modest, a black turtleneck sweater that firmly held her beautiful breasts in place, but it was the rest of her ensemble that made me stare. She had a short black leather skirt, and leather boots,. Each moaned as one. Lips finally touched, eliminating the separation that completed yet another portal through which energy rushed between them. Eyes finally closed, as they slipped away that was their destiny. Bodies were bursting with evidence of arousal. Time stood still, everything else no longer mattered. They had become one once again.Sounds of wet lips separating, making no more sound than the whisper of a summer breeze. They were so deep into their dance that they could hear their. So I didn’t say anything except scolding him to take off his hands, now he started kissing my horizontal lips I closed my lips so he was sucking my lips from his tongue, he pushed me against wall and pressing my boobs over sari, I couldn’t control my feeling and started opening my mouth for moaning that time he was sucking my upper lips and lower lips one by one.Truly speaking I was in cloud nine, his erected dick was pressing against my pussy and rubbing by making up and down movements, his.