He dragged down the front of my silken white briefs then jammed the pee-soaked billow of nylon against my pussy. Three wiggly swirls and I felt the ta...tly stretched spandex fold my labia lips tightly into my vulva. I felt the narcotic pleasure of that gossamer-cloaked thumb grind into my ever so pleased vagina. After thirty seconds or so of deep French kissing and intense massaging, he pulled his thumb from the wet silky wad and proudly observed, “Now they’re that kind of wet!” When his. She had put about 6 stone on in the 30 years but I did notice she still had massive tits. As we got round to where the toilets were I said “We used outside toilets in our day come on let’s see” as I walked towards them she followed.They were just the same as they were 40 years ago. I pointed out my initials carved on the wall and we were giggling away when suddenly she put her arms around me and said “You’ve aged well” “Thankyou” I said. She looked at me in a certain way and with her arms. She shuttered letting out a long breath as her walls grabbed him tight and held him. He pulled back against her pulsing. He never had such a strong desire to explode but if she taught him anything it was control. He used all the control he had to resist and was rewarded by the rush of her fluids covering him from head to base. They moaned in unison. He set a rhythm riding her and her orgasm with experience beyond his own. She had taught him well. As her breathing stabilized and her body. Then she walked back to me. She said, “It's time, I have to have your cock. I want it right fucking now.” Jill took my hand and led me to the bed. She lay down, pulling me down beside her. I rubbed her swollen clit, between my thumb and finger, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She said, “God damn, you have got to fuck me now. Put that big, fat cock inside me now.” I got up, stood beside the bed and pulled her to the edge. She grasped her knees and opened her legs. I took my hard shaft.