With her new — well, new to me — husband. Mike’s Dad had died twelve years ago from a sudden heart attack. No warning, no expectation. He’d be...n an active man, playing golf, jogging, even playing raquet ball. He’d played me and I wondered if he got any exercise out of it because he’d planted his feet firmly in the middle of the court and never moved, knocking the ball around all over the place, making me run like a humming bird on speed. And then one day he was just gone. Mike returned for the. He had her turn over onto her stomach as he had her do some hamstring curls. Her tight butt was right in front of Matt as he ran his hands across her hamstrings. Ann’s husband was going wild as he fantasized about Matt fucking the hell out of her as he stood in seclusion. The next day Ann’s husband chatted with Matt. He wanted Matt to go for it right now. He was so horny he couldn’t think about anything else, but watching his beautiful wife being fucked by a young stud that was more that 32. Yes, maybe they were a little bigger and droopier than they had been when she first started. We should all have such problems; they were gorgeously round and dangling, and soon she was pressing my face in between them, swaying gently back and forth so that her boobs caressed my face.She moved up, my nose rubbing against her soft, round little belly until she was standing over me on the arms of the couch, her panties in my face. She gyrated her crotch over me, pantomiming rubbing herself up and. The next thing that I noticed was that the back rows were almost empty. Randy led Sally into the pew ahead of the one I always sat in. It was almost as if Sally and I had consulted on what we would wear because she was wearing a mini-dress identical to mine except it was a deep burgundy color. As we waited for the services to begin, I opened the package to find the g-strings that we had left in the pews last Sunday freshly laundered and neatly folded. I reached over the back the pew and dropped.