”“That was years ago.” She said, “She makes you happy, and that boy of hers is a like a tornado. Promise me you’ll marry her.”“I can pro...ise to ask.” I said.“I didn’t want colored grandchildren.” She admitted; “This world is harsh, they’ll face discrimination. But if they could be like that Matthew, they’ll be fine.”“Mother, I’m 62 years old.” I reminded her, “It’s a bit late for making babies”“But Wanda is just 32.” She said.I bought a ring with a fat diamond; it cost as much as a decent car.I. My own dick was getting hard as I watched them. He now had his face buried in my wifes pussy. She was moaning and thrusting up to meet every stroke of his tongue. She cried, Don, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big cock in my pussy. He quickly turned around and held his cockhead at the entrance to her steaming pussy. Are you sure you want me to do this Carolyn, Don said. Yes she said, fuck me, please. Don thrust forward and Carolyn moaned loudly as her tight pussy was stretched. I took the soap in my hand and began rubbing it on her upper back while she washed her hair with shampoo. My fingers brushed up against her skin as I soaped her sculpted body. Inch by inch I made my way down towards her voluptuous rear end, and I was more than happy to wash that for her as well.Once she washed off the shampoo from her hair, she turned around to wash the soap from her back, and she gave me simple look, telling me that it was okay to wash the front part of her body."Like what you. I saw a couple of guys ask Julie and she smiled gracefully and shook her head no as she approached me. The band began to play ‘For The Good Times’. ‘Will you dance with me?’ asked Julie. ‘After all it was our song.’ I took her out on the dance floor and held her close. She didn’t say a word but put her head on my shoulder as we danced. Lay your head upon my pillow. Hold your warm and tender body close to mine. I held her in my arms remembering our song. When the song ended, Julie said she was.