I have to say that I am a very happily married womanand have been for the last 55 years to a wonderful man.The only problem has been he has always had...the sexdrive of a snail. Our sex life has been virtually nonexistent since our daughter was born. Whilst this hashad its frustrations I am of a generation that acceptstheir lot in life and gets on with it being content inthe love of a good man.So there I was stood staring at a penis the like ofwhich I had never seen before. I have since learnt. As Bob made the turn onto Adelaide, heading north, I looked out over the Thames. It was dark and I could sense the chill of the water. There was snow in the air.On our first day back in school, it did snow.We actually arrived on Sunday night after a tearful goodbye with Mike and Anne. I reassured them that they weren't losing us - we'd be home again in four weeks for Christmas, and they'd still see us on weekends and game nights.I guess Mike and Ann had become used to having the two of us. It was a combination of the hard fucking and numerous drinks that caused the poor dad to fall asleep on the lounger chair. He didn’t even waked when we all moved his lounge out of the sun and into the shade. The girls went back in the pool and I enjoyed the view. My sex Toy was getting horny again and started playing with the Mom’s sexy body.Her hands were running all over the ample tits and curvy hips and the Mom really enjoyed the attention from such a sexy young girl. It was apparent that we. He started fantasizing in his head, about marking women, and sending them bottles of perfume, warning them that he was coming. That would be such a thrill if they were expecting him, but didn’t know where or when.He filed that idea for later thought, and then reached out with his tongue and tasted her.Slut was delicious, as he had known she would be. He slid his tongue deeper inside of her, lapping at her juices off her labia, and then from inside, as far as he could reach, before sliding.