Except ... well, we went to stay with her - the journey’s only half a day, but does involve some roads where the drivers seem to park their brains e...sewhere so there can be hold-ups. Inevitably the day we travelled there were plenty of those. With the result that it was my turn to be stiff, achy and cranky - very cranky.Sam suggested that she might give me a ‘rub-down’ with an ‘oily rag’ as it were - whereupon my other half immediately announced she needed some fresh air and exercise and would. If it was going to cost me my job I would make sure I got my money’s worth so to speak. I reached down and squeezed her left breast through the white cotton of her shirt cupping them with my hand. They were so soft and smooth with only the wiry fabric of her bra to offer any resistance as I rubbed them tenderly. Wanting to get a closer look I soon found myself unbuttoning the top of her shirt until it was half way down. The shirt opened to reveal a rather subtle bra covering the forward half of. I have grown mad of her side boobs, and always ogle at those large mangoes when she wears a saree.Even at this age, mom and dad have a healthy sex life. Guess even dad is not tired of her sexy figure and chikni chut. I have heard mom’s muffled moans late at nights. Occasionally, I get to hear them having sex early in the mornings on Sundays as well. I have even seen my dad fondling her luscious boobs in the kitchen when he though I wasn’t looking. I had even caught them kissing passionately on. Watching as his cheeks jiggle in time with her thrusts. Pulling her strap almost entirely out to slam into his hole. Watching the movement and hearing Burt’s pathetic sounds egged her on. Once Burt was weeping and in sub space Shea laid back and let Burt play cowgirl on her strap. She kept him the entire weekend after he healed. Tied up, wrist to ankle, and presented in her new favorite position. Shea was so enamored with the view that her strap filled his hole more often than not during those.