We got along with everyone, but the younger couples became much closer friends, since they had more in common with young c***dren, and I think our age...and generational differences made then less attracted to us as friends.Emily and I are almost sixty years old now and this story reflects my memories from when we were fifty-five, up to the present. The Party that Got Things StartedThere was a lot of interaction with our neighbors, and we were having a cul-de-sac party on the Fourth of July.. I answered. ‘I’ll make do thanks Vince.’ ‘Okay Veronica. Well I better get moving you never know how traffic is going to be downtown.’ Vince said as he opened the entry door. ‘Thank you for everything Vince.’ I said as he moved leave. He stopped and turned to face me. ‘Anytime baby!’ Vince said obviously referring to the blow job I’d given him earlier that afternoon and the leg show he’d enjoyed on the drive back. A moment later I was again alone in Angelo’s suite. I carried my suite case. What was my reward?“Want to fuck my cock?” he asked.I nodded my head.“Straddle me and go for a ride. You can cum as much as you want.”“Thank you, Master,” I squealed. I moved up his body, grasping his cock. I rose on my legs, bringing his dick to my pussy. I rubbed him against my folds, swirling the tip around, shuddering as I felt my brother's cock. He grabbed my hips, stopping me from impaling myself.“What?” I blinked. I so wanted to be a brat right now and just fuck my pussy down his cock.“I. ” she said “your true, well I heard that boys always have a crush on someone, don’t you have one” I thought she was playing with me and wanted to give her a blow in the mind said “yup had one, it’s you” both became silent and I knew that it would work and would change the topic for better good as I don’t want to talk about my breakups. But she gave me the hell of a surprise by kissing me. Then soon she realized her mistake and then broke the kiss and went off to the kitchen to clean the morning.