A spiral staircase to the left of the doors opening was spotlighted from the suns rays from the window above the door as if it was like a cliché dest...ny. Firm & proud with a clear conscious in silence i gradually ascended the steps. Upon standing at the top I looked to right and to the left. To the right was a door slightly opened in the distance down the long hallway. With sunlight shining through I could hear deep sighs escaping her body. I took slow quiet steps towards the door. As I got. Oh this could be fun I thought to myself as I reached down to slowly stroke his cock. As I started to stroke Erik he moved in his sleep where his legs where a little opened and I was able to play with his balls.I sat up and leaned over him as I took his cock into my mouth and slowly began to suck on the head of his cock as I played with his balls using my left hand.After only about 15 seconds Erik woke up and let out a quiet moan of excitement. "If you wanted my cock Mom, you could have just. I still think of Monica and what a let her or convinced her to do and it still turns me on to no end, Now in our senior years we have moved on but the good memories will never fade. I will tell what took place over some over 15 years of sharing Monica in a series of stories and remember, they are all true accounts, how I felt, the excitement of offering the woman I loved to others. Monica is the daughter of Southern European parents although not born there, she has coffee tanned colored skin,. The tip already glistened with pre-cum. "Nice size", she said. "About eight inches?" I knodded. "Better that that teen fucking rat I lived with"."Nice balls too" she said weighing them in her hand and squeezing.Then she fell to it, sliding her hand and mouth up and down my pole. She was good as well as starving. "Now fuck me"Standing up I pushed my trousers and pants down my cock was gasping for a fuck. I pushed her skirt up, slipped my hands round her arse. A thong. Easy. I pulled them aside.