Just airing out, that's all!" Lucille (the blue-haired matriarch) asked, "Why are you showing your stuff?" No fooling her - she didn't buy the "airing...out" comment."Well, Lucille - may I call you Lucille - it's this way. I'm a middle-aged guy exploring myself and my sexual identity. Flashing is simply a way to do it! I apologize you had to see it!" Young man, don't be sorry. I haven't seen a cock since my husband died 13 years ago. It's a welcome sight. How about you, Beverly, how long has it. “It could solve the problem, but what about her daughter, Melody isn’t it?”“Yes, not very melodious though, from what we’ve been told,” said Ruth.“I think,” said Diana, “that she wanted to talk to you about her. By the way, are you going to sleep with her? Wendy that is.”“What?” I blustered. “What do you mean? The thought never crossed my mind.”“Master, that is simply not true,” laughed Ruth. “I’ve seen the way you look at her and so has Diana, and for that matter, so has Wendy.”Hmm .... He had been right this was so much better. I looked at him and said, "I wish Tom and I had done this it feels great." Matt looked at me and said, "I don't think Tom would do this I asked him once if he wanted to do this and he said he was not gay." It took me a few seconds then said to him," I am sorry he said that to you I don't think this is gay think it's great." Matt smiled and tightened his grip on my dick. We both stroked the other for a little while when I felt Matt reach up and rub. His back legs braced on the ground he drove ever forward until the full length of his penis was buried inside the squealing woman. “Yes King. Go you good boy. Have your way with this bitch”. Sharon groaned under the weight of her attacker. With no hope of escape she resigned herself to being raped by this wild animal. Her screams and yells now became moans as King continued to furiously continue his attack. Then Sharon once again screamed as the dog tried to force his knot inside her already.