I heard him lift a metallic can from the floor and felt him pour pounds of something cool and wet over my torso, crotch, and between my spread-eagled ...egs. My first impression was that it was cooked spaghetti or noodles. Whatever it was, it provided cool and welcome relief to my overheated body. My Master pulled the sheeting back down to cover my body, and tucked in the edges. Paul leaned over me and said he was off to work a short shift and would return in about four hours. He told me to close. But we did kiss, and my morals didn't stop me feeling her up under her top.....or unclipping her bra to free her hugely impressive big boobs. She was quite hesitant to begin with, gently chastising me for being so forward while giggling at the same time.....but those kisses were having their effect and she got more and more turned on.....I knew I couldn't stay but couldn't drag myself away and before too long she was naked on the bed, writhing with delight at my touches and kisses. I think I. I wouldn't want to try to out macho you for anything. I agree with Kim; age and that other stuff doesn't matter unless you let it."After a few more zigs and zags to our conversation, Ron asked, "Kim said you were a recent widow. You have my sympathy. I know what it's like to lose someone dear; my first wife Mindy died of cancer a few years before I met Kim."When Ron had mentioned he was a widow, I wanted to come back to that point. Ron looked as though he had made the 'grief to grace'. “You two look so hot together. Two hot, Latina beauties kissing. Ooh, Mrs. Asis's, your big boobs are pressed into your daughter's smaller mounds.”Mrs. Asis broke the kiss and glanced at me. This naughty gleam burned in her brown eyes. “I bet you want to lick my daughter clean like you did me.”“I wouldn't say no,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. “It's hot licking my cum out of a girl's pussy.”Pita giggled. “I bet you'll be having lots of opportunities to do that. What with you dating Wendy, all.