I was not sure about swapping my tight wife with some old dried out senior pussy. I mean his wife was not bad looking for her age, but come on. "I mig...t be interested." I replied. When we got home my wife mentioned that the old woman had asked her the same thing the old man asked me. I laughed. "Pretty sure that will never happen." I laughed. My wife defended the couple saying "You are not being very nice, what would it hurt? I might like some vintage cock and you may enjoy that pussy, they. They're coming down to dinner in half-an-hour and I think a bottle or two of Champagne would be in order. I think our daughter is engaged to be married."She's far too young to think of marriage yet. She's only just started University."Elizabeth was gently rubbing her nipples against my arm. I could feel them through her bra and she knew it always turned me on. "Half-an-hour," she said, "just time before dinner if we're quick. We can do it here." I was just having a pleasant doze. I'm far too. But this time was different. He was different. Tristan was different. Tristan was the catalyst of all her happiness. She had found the other half of her wholeness. The one who, added to herself, made one complete being. The symbiosis was apparent. She needed him. The incense burned down to a nub as the last fresh gasp of juniper diffused into the room. Tristan took the gun out of his mouth and set it on the nightstand. He had listened to those voices before and they always got him in trouble.. I looked over at her on the seat next to me. She slowly slid her legs open revealing her bare pussy. My cock was instantly hard, and I grabbed a blanket to cover the tent forming in my pants. I turned in my seat so we now both sat with our backs against the windows. I could still see her glistening pussy lips as the driver dimmed the lights, and knew that was my only chance to get some relief. I undid the tie of my shorts and shuffled them down to let my solid cock spring free and took it.