For once, I was sure this didn't pertain to us. There were no 'him's' among us, except me, and Amy would have been clearer had it been me. I looked at...her eyes carefully; they were clear, although filled with tears. They were not flat and devoid of all expression, a dead giveaway that she wasn't talking about me. Amy gave me a sad little look."I don't know! I don't know who he is or who they are or why they would kill him. I just don't know!" She was bordering on hysteria. I kissed her to try. She eventually got tired of it and asked me what next.I asked her what she knew about sex. She told me that she was to take my penis in her choot, and that i was to come inside her. I told her that i would love to cum inside her because i dont want her pregnant now. She told me she was at menopause and i was excited. I told her that she should sit on me and move up and down. She got to the job and trust me she was better at it that giving blowjobs. She did it with all the strength an 55 year. I took a seat opposite them, and for the next half hour or so we just made small talk before before Hazel said she needed to go to the bathroom. After she’d left the room Mike smiled. “Ready for round two Chris?” he asked. “Yes Mike, I’m ready,” I replied, patting the the bulge in my pants. When Hazel came back into the lounge Mike told her that I’d suggested we all go over the road for a birthday drink and after thinking for a second or two she nodded. “Yes, that sounds nice, I’ll go and get. I was surprised when Angel responded by reaching over and casually taking his cock in her hand and gently squeezing it. They talked cordially, oblivious to the fact that we were all naked and she was basically giving him a hand-job in front of us. They talked blithely, as if we had just run into each other at Macy’s, catching up on each other’s news.We stood by chatting with the couple as they laid down a large cotton blanket and set up a beach umbrella and chairs. When they finished, Richie.