I could feel Wendy's tits press against my body as we embraced. I could also catch a glimpse of her cleavage. She was wearing a black lace bra. "So," ... asked the two of them. "Did you have fun at the beach?" "Yes," Jim answered. "But we are tired and don't want to drive on home tonight. I hope you don't mind if we stay the night." Oh no," I said. "We don't mind at all." Thanks Sam," Wendy said. "Lying in the sun all day always makes me tired. I just want to eat and relax." The thought of Wendy. The results were depressing I was unlikely to get a job that would pay enough to get somewhere half reasonable to live in. As I worked away, I heard a lot of giggling from downstairs that soon changed to sounds that I assumed were passion. I suspected that if I had stayed, I would have been witness to a lesbian orgy.The next morning was Saturday and I got up late. I wondered what the arrangements for breakfast were but decided to have a shower first. I went to the bathroom door and found in. And so I started searching for old daddies who are tops and ready to fuck.I saw a 35-year-old guy and started talking to him. He seemed to be a good gentleman and hence we decided to meet up. He said he had a car and said he will pick me up from my place. So he came at 7 pm in the evening. He picked me up and we had a small chat in the car itself while he was driving. He told me that his wife and kids were there at his home but there was a friend’s house to which he had the keys. Then he told. ‘God you’re beautiful, Sam,’ you said, using my old nickname as you stared at my breasts. I smiled at you, and gestured to the bedroom. You got the message immediately and, grabbing my hand, pulled me quickly into the next room. You eased me onto the bed, crawling on top of me and pulling off your shirt. You pressed down onto me, our chests meeting, and the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was intense for us both. I cried out and you groaned as my nipples brushed your chest, and you looked into.