Hanover had been paroled four weeks ago and had died from a massive heart attack within two weeks -- two weeks before his fiftieth wedding anniversary... And today, the day of the anniversary, his widow had taken out her grief and rage. Dad had stepped out of the station, on his way to meet Mom for lunch, and Mrs. Hanover had shot him twice in the chest. I was asking God why the hell he couldn't take me when Brad ruffled my bangs and plopped down on the bench beside me."He's not going to die," he. But I had the blonde’s arse to savour and it was equally good. Her puckered rilled private starfish was so tasty in its indents and so inviting and yet so tight.I equally realised as I teased them both, using my finger to keep the arsehole denied my tongue happy, that both girls were Friday night sex shaved ready for my mates. I could only be thankful I was in accounts and not on the machine team, because boy I hoped the hydraulics were fucked, because I knew I need a fair amount of fucking. "Rick?" I asked, peeking at the hallway."No, it's just me, Ling," she made clear, walking into the living room with me."Oh, hey, how are you doing?" I'm less horny, I think, are you watching porn, Natalie?" she giggled, sitting next to me."Yes, for a little while, but then I was just talking to Rick." Yeah, I just saw him leave, and he seemed distant. I said, 'Hi,' but he didn't reply." Oh, really?" I asked, turning to her and taking her right hand in both of mine."What are you doing, Natalie?". There was nothing better to him than fucking his wife outside like this. There was warm breeze blowing across his back and the sun was shining. The birds were singing and the air was alive. He could even hear the highway traffic a half mile away. Not bad. He fucked her right there just like they loved too. The fucked like that for a few more minutes before Kim decided she wanted to move again. She stood up plopping Ajay’s cock out of her ass once again and grabbed him by the hand, leading him.