One lingered. He looked at me and assured me that it was all just fun and hanging out was all that was going on. Then he surprised me when he asked, �...�Are you the woman living at 3238.?” “Yes, but how would you know?” “We see you on the beach. You’re pretty hot.” “Hot? I’m fifty-one!” “Well, I don’t care. You have a great figure. You are a MILF” I did not quite know how to reply but I was drunk enough to totally appreciate the comments from this 23 year old who had a fabulous body. He was. Beyond, I could see the floodlights of the sports centre in Apsley Road. ‘Yeah, sorry.’ ‘Did she leave anything for me?’ I didn’t recall Sonia saying anything about it. ‘Hang on, I’ll go and see.’ On the arm of the sofa I found the Avon catalogue with an order tucked inside, and a cheque already made out for payment. ‘Here we are… looks like she left this for you.’ Over her shoulder I saw a car outside – a Focus or Astra – all shiny under the streetlamp. ‘Travelling in style now then, Joan?’. Daisy had the same experience. Both of our bellies were showing the size of what was in us. I was glad that my torso was about 5 inches longer than hers as I was quite comfortable with the end of the cock about half way between my belly button and the base of my sternum.Both Daisy and I settled down and asked for our reins to control our mounts. We were given them. We left the paddock and followed the woman through the field to and around a small lake. We were all very high from the hormone. My wife then disrobe the AHM’s shirt, banian and phants. She then caressed his broad hairy chest and he inserted his fingers into the bra and took out her left side coconut out and fondled the tip for which my wife writhed and writhed like a snake. He looked at my wife’s face which is twisted to suit his mood. He then held her arms up and smelled the sweat there and licked it with his tounge. Both of them went to the bathroom and took bath. He helped my wife to put soap and my wife did it to.