During dinner, we talked about what we were going to do over the weekend. She knew I would tell her about my day later. With dinner over, Mary stood a...d went to the fridge. She took out a small bowl of strawberries along with a small bowl of whipped cream. I watched as she returned, placing the bowls on the table and returned to her chair.I sat silently and took a sip of scotch as she smiled seductively. Her hand reached for a plump, ripe strawberry in the bowl. The red berry was swirled in the. I took the hint and made her lie down on me and tried to penetrate her asshole, but didn’t get through. So she brought some oil and lubricated my cock. I tried again and this time it got in easily. Then she asked Amar to get over her and penetrate her vagina. He did it just right and then both of us started making love to her.We started pumping her now, myself from the below and Amar from the above. All of us three were breathing deeply and moaning like anything. Just when all of three had set. His sexual odour was eye-wateringly ripe: rich with the sour sting of his youthful pheromones and heavy with the cloying smack of his pubic sweat."I think I saw it grow a bit," he laughed, looking at the bulge my large but drooping cock was making against my underwear."It's an interesting smell," I conceded, "and I appreciate the fact you've once again left me a dried-on deposit which is rather whiter than the rest..."He threw me a naughty chuckle just like my son would when I pointed out. You have people to provide for in the future. It’s different with me. Who would I need to provide for?” I took her in my arms.“Aren’t you going to provide for me in my old age, love? I’m just a flash in the pan. You’ve got staying power. That’s what everyone thinks.”“Oh, Tony. Does that mean I have to change your diapers when you get old?”“Yep. But no Depends. I want something like ‘For Sure.’ No doubts.” We laughed, kissed, and generally horsed around, but she still hadn’t answered my.