Julie, Vee, Sian and Malcolm were all very good to me; I could console myself with the fact that Grandpa had enjoyed a good life, and that he had died...in his bed at a ripe old age, unlike so many of the boys he had gone to war with nearly half a century before.It was sad to have lost Grandpa, but the world didn't stop revolving. Funnily enough, I was more worried about losing my dignity by weeping at the funeral than anything else. I didn't want to disgrace Grandpa's memory.That week, the. “I’ll go make some Danish.” Jules announced, sliding out from under me. “You two come eat when you’re ready.”“Did you like that?” Daria asked, opening her legs invitingly.“I’m not sure.” I answered, running my hand down her lovely brown torso to her damp vagina. “It made me lose control.”“Exactly.” She said excitedly. I realized that she liked that, taking control from me. Making me come when she chose. The contest of wills as we each sought control.She held my sticky hard cock in her hand as. “you are so fucking hot” he said, “cum for me baby”. I threw my head back and yell/moaned louder than I think I ever had before. “Looks like you’ve attracted some fans” he said. I didn’t care. I didn’t even look. I kept my eyes closed and let the orgasm happen. As my hubby kept massaging my G-spot, he returned his mouth to my clit and that was all I needed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I yelled, and this time I heard the voices of others. Moaning louder and louder I heard my husband tell me in between. "And now I knew that I had free access to his beautiful stretched asshole and my dick began to seesaw in and out between them phat cheeks I was lying upon."Oh, Donte. Baby. What a sweet ass you have. What a sweet fuck." I love you," he said."I love you," I said."My dick is gonna spit on your bunk," he told me."Go ahead. Let it," I told him.And I felt him coming. I felt it in the musculature of his ass walls as they pressed around my dick, as he shot out onto the bunk, and I couldn't hold back a.