When they were young he'd hope she would change. “Wife swapping” had been one of his favorite, but unfulfilled, fantasies. He'd had better luck...with things like going on solo adventures and in sex, having affairs on his own. His list of female conquests during his long marriage hadn't been extensive, but it did exist. Mary hadn't showed any signs of being sick until a few months before she died. Until then she'd willingly engaged in satisfying her husband as much as they both could. ‘Sophie,’ I have no idea who said this, ‘fetch the bag.’ I looked up and watched as Sophie stood and walked out of the room, returning a few moments later with a small black bag in her hand. She took a long, black silk scarf from the bag and handed it to Left who tied it quickly around my eyes. My muttered resistance was quieted with a touch of a finger to my lips. Someone, I don’t know who, lifted me to my feet and led me somewhere. There was a bit of adjustment, my legs were parted and the. They were possible all right, and Brian was intent on exploiting them to the fullest. I was now being violated in my pussy, ass, and tits. Something would have to give, and it was my tits. Brian once again pulled himself away from my bouncing boobs and looked me in the eye. It was a deep look. We were both locked together in pleasure. This was the kind of look that only happens after years of love, or a few hours of pleasurable sex. This was the latter of course. Our heads both moved forward. She was dancing provocatively, especially for an 15 year old. My father told her she looked very sexy dancing the way she was making her giggle. He asked her if she wanted to be shown how to dance really sexy. She giggled again and nodded and I frowned ... we had work to do. Ken stood up. Now Grand dad is 72, six feet tall, wiry and muscled in a rangy sort of way. His hair had thinned to give him a monkish look and his bald pate was shining. I like him a lot ; he was good fun, but fun wasn’t in.