The rocking of the bed naturally made his wives aware of what had just happened. Angelina spoke accusingly. "Sylvia? Did you just fuck my man?"Sylvia'... voice came out almost as a whine. "I had to, boss. My body forced me into it. Sorry about that." I had an idea that this might happen, Sylvia. What are we going to do with you, girl? I think that your grief is behind you. You have accepted that Herbert is gone, and you have to live your own life once more." No, no, boss. I still miss my Herbert. I bent over as I lowered my pants to reveal my juicy ass. I then went over and dropped down and began to suck his cock. This time I was more confident about what I was doing. I slowly massaged the head with my lips as I worked my way down. I took my hands off and let him fuck my face until spit was dripping off my chin. After sucking his amazing cock for a while I climbed on top of his bed and laid flat on my stomach with my ass poking in the air. He took the rest of his clothes off and climbed. Then she took up with her fitness trainer; so pedestrian and uninventive he thought when he heard. He would never use that in a plot. They split after a couple of years, but, in fairness to her, she hadn’t tried to come back. She had trained as a beauty therapist and now worked in Dagenham he thought. He’d had no contact for 5 months, and was happier for it. His solicitor and accountant now dealt with the little remaining paper work.He noticed the older (taller) of the two sisters put her arm. He rocked against her, again and again. He focused so much on it, he forgot all about touching her chest.With each push, Rachel squeaked. Her body grew hotter. “What are you doing? C’mon, cut it out!”His lusts had too much momentum. He couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to, and he didn’t. Still holding her arms up, he pulled his shorts down. It felt so much better to grind his bare, free shaft against her.Her eyes grew wide. He thought he saw mixed emotions in there -- some fear, some.