We were in touching distance but just continued to wank as we looked and stared at each other. This went on for a couple of days and then the weekend ...came. Life was normal with all the general crap you do as a family. The Monday I was hoping she was going to be there. After work I went to the room and started to undress and in she walked. If my wife saw this she would have killed us both. I made sure the whole house was locked up.... She sat on the bed and fingered herself. I started to get. The soft echo of the chant seemed to follow but it was only in my mind. The bright lights of the senior center seemed to beckon and I moved a little faster. The bus was still there and waiting for the last few people heading to Atlantic City. I found an empty seat in back and set the shoulder bag up in the overhead.I sat against the window and leaned back and closed my eyes. I woke several times, each time from dreams of texts and tomes and scrolls. Either that or strange and sometimes. Her mature pussy flowed freely with her lubricating nectar, and she could no longer feel any of his length or girth inside her body. It was easy for her to totally envelope the young boy, the only thing coaxing her on was her erect clitoris slamming hard on to his pubic bone.She felt his hands grabbing at her jiggling breasts and savoured the sensation as he pinched her thick erect nipples hard. An electrifying jolt of pleasure raced from her nipples to her clit, and she sucked in a long. Brent shrugged and walked over to me. He told me to suck on his cock. But, of course, I said no. I put my head down so he wouldn't have access to my mouth, so he pulled my hair which lifted my head up. "Brent, I thought you loved me!" I said in confusion. "I do love you, but none of this would be happening if you didn't make me wait so long. So stop talking and start sucking, honey." Brent said as he and the other guys laughed. He stuck his 6 inch wiener in my mouth..