Finally, exhausted, as we lay snuggling in our post-orgasmic bliss, Lynda asked, “Would you really like me to fuck someone else; in front of you may...e?”“I’ve never thought about it,” I lied, “Would you like to?”“Maybe. I mean, if you were okay with it. I’d never do anything to jeopardize our marriage,” she confided, “but if you would like it, I would do it. When you were eating me out, and I planted the thought of it being another man’s cum, you really got into it. It turns me on to think of. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” She stopped and looked at him; “Actually, quite a few people.” He held her arm and said, “Well I think so too. Do you think you could have a coffee with me, or maybe lunch.” She really didn’t know what to think. “This is so sudden, I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Harry Neilson and I live in this apartment building. What is your name, my lady.” “My name is Sylvia Nelson and I also live in these apartments.” He then said, “Well now that. In the afternoon the sun gets blocked by the big tree at the end of our yard, so morning is the only time I can suntan." I can't even bribe you with a new top or something?" she asked to her daughter who was shaking her head. "Alright you big baby, stay home and soak up your precious sun. Make sure you use lots of sunscreen, ok?" Sure mom, I always do." Olivia waited until her mother closed her door before letting out a heavy sigh. "That was close," she whispered as she hurried over to grab her. He stood there, still watching Bertha in her backyard.With her dress, it looked obvious that the neighbor lady with the lovely blond hair had just arrived from the work. Seth had heard his parents talk of Bertha having her first grandchild and understood that she was at least as old as 50 years but every move, every step, her sex appeal was all very defying of the fact. Alone in his house, he dropped his hands down on to his teen cock and rubbed it over the pants. Bertha came into her house and.