Eventually, Mr Evans pulled his cock from her tight ass so that they could both get dressed. In that instant, Mrs Evans reverted to being the submissi...e housewife by asking her husband whether there was anything he wanted. He shook his head and they both gathered up their respective work papers and bags to leave for the weekend.They both walked through a silent and ghost-like building until they stopped outside the gymnasium doors. It was Mrs Evans that looked in first and motioned to her. "How was that" I asked her. "Lovely, he had a nice cock". She smiled and we sat and chatted for a while. Then a guy came over and asked her if she'd like to dance. He wasn't her type at all. he looked out of place here. Dressed a bit old fashioned and wore glasses. A bit of a geek but she smiled and said she'd love to dance.As they walked to the dancefloor I thought to myself, "boy it's your lucky night!! They danced for a while and I could tell he was punching far above his weight but Donna. Aurora rolls them over and settles astride Willow’s hips, stroking the thick alien erection between her legs.Willow’s eyes widen, words temporarily finding purchase back in her brain. “The bloody hell is that?”“Insanity,” Aurora trills, almost lovingly apologetic. “Now give it to me.” Her hips shift down, notching the prick at her creamy folds.Her last conscious thoughts are that she’s about to fucked, quite literally, by the Aurora Borealis. She’d laugh at the absurdity turned horror if it. Her milk white skin. Her jet black hair now peppered with gray. Her basketball legs that he never looked at twice. Oh how I enjoyed the way he looked at me. The "you are so lucky" look on his still handsome face. As hard as he tried he could not stay away from us. He walked over and said hello. And my wife fell apart all over again. She blushed, tripped on her words, spilled her drink. As I watched them talk I could not deny one simple fact. After all these years, she still was not.