I was moaning out as each time he pumped me. I don’t know how long our mating session continued but soon I felt another orgasm building up. This was...impossible! My husband never took me near an orgasm and here was a man old enough to be my granddad doing it twice. He was a stud with capital s. he too was seeming to near an orgasm as I could hear him grunting and making noises. He increased his force and speed. It now felt like a mad rush to the finish. I was surely over the top and it seemed. I have never seen anything so tempting my whole life.Mona: Ayan…Ayan: What is it, Mom?Mona: I don’t know what it is I want to tell you. I really want you, Ayan. But. I don’t want to force myself on you. And, so. I want you to tell me the truth. I don’t know what difference it will make now. I don’t know how it matters. But I want to know. Where you really innocent during our conversation? Or were you just pretending? Pretending to show unwillingness.Ayan: I did not know how to tell you what. I began to get wet and hot and felt my anal ring begin to loosen...... Atthe same time hishand began to pull on my hard on and then it happened....Pulling my pants to the floor around my ankles , the intruder moved tight behind me and as heslowly pushed my head forward , I felt his hands pulled my tight and firm ass cheeks wide apartas they would go.... He then moved tight in behind me and with his knees , spread my legs slowly wide apart, whispering in my ear, I heard a deep male voice. And, yes, the sex was both frequent and quite wonderful. Sometimes with them both.The oldest, so far, was the lady at a deli that I went to quite often for lunch when I was in college. Margaret Cashman was her name. She was sixty-seven and really quite nice looking. Her hair was a natural gray and her skin was smooth and unwrinkled. Once I got her naked, you would have thought she was ten or fifteen years younger.Margaret was tall and willowy, her body was slender and tight and she had amazing.