I was nearly 60 by now and I've had several k**s and they are now grown and gone..or so I thought! I still like to have guys over to fuck me and every...now and then, I'll let them bring friends over to use me as they like. Ever since I got a divorce, I have been more sexually active than ever and I can't seem to get enough sex and the dirtier, the better! One afternoon, I was laying out by the pool drinking some wine and getting a little buzz and my son came over and sat down on the lawn chair. She mostly only wants missionary position, or on top, but because of her size, she tires too easily. Forget anal. I love getting fucked in the ass. If you've read any of my blogs, you'll see that strapons and gay anal really turn me on. No way, she says.So if I'm fine with getting her turned on, climbing on top of her, futilly thrusting away for 10 minutes, and still managing to cum, I figured everything was ok, but I really get bored with that fast. She worn sexy outfits, or at least what she. But when someone pushed her sex buttons, the change became obvious. Instead of the shy girl, she started to act like a frat boy at closing time after having ten too many drinks. She felt drunk on the lust and sexual desire that her body was releasing for the first time. When I looked at her, she had one hand in Wendy's long brown hair, and she was humping her pussy up in Wendy's face.Laura's other hand was pulling and twisting her own nipples, as she grunted. I changed rolls, as fast as I. She clawed at my hips and her back was almost arched with desire. My cum boiled inside of me again, I had to get rid of it. I had to get it into Diana’s asshole.I snarled, reaching out and grasping her wrist with my hands. I pulled back and began to fuck Diana wildly. She went all nuts, her head thrown back, gasping through her teeth and unable to retrain herself as the sounds exploded past her lips. She took it like a pro, relishing every inch of me.I sped back and forth inside of her,.