Harold Tunny was 73 years old and lived with his 78 year old wife Angela in a cosy little retirement home, over the course of their lives they had mad... some good money and could have stayed in their house which was rather spacious, but as they got older they had made the decision to sell it and move into a good home where Angela could get lots of care that she needed for her arthritis.Harold, or Harry as friends knew him, was still in pretty good shape for his age, well by that I mean he still. He was a young man with a strongface framed by short blonde hair, now matted with sweat and caked blood.He stared up at his captors as his eyes tried to adjust to the intenselight of the huge campfire and torches illuminating the night. He hadalready been stripped down to his dirt-caked brown pants, his muscularchest covered in bruises and splotches of dried blood and his arms tiedtogether behind his back by a length of coarse rope which stunk of tar.His feet were covered in mud and bruises and. .to know they are too young for even they do not understand..how they look to us is just another excuse to stare at them with ogling eyes..so sweet so soft of skin untainted by other hands to feel the first brush of smooth tight and virgin skin..'Opening it for the first time my heart was racing, blood pumping to my crotch, rising and hardening with every pulse. I whisper “It'll be alright I'll go slow.” I hear an exasperated “okay Dan.” I feel her nod against me. I push inside and hear her. You’re a welcome guest here, not an intruder, so it’s no trouble,” I told him, as I lined up my dick with Melissa’s pussy and she began moaning already, “Wow, dear. I haven’t even entered you yet! What has you so excited?”“It’s our first threesome, and you’re reclaiming my pussy the way that I’ve always wanted you to do in my fantasies. Whenever I had fantasies of this kind of threesome, this is one of my favorite moments ... You and me, in our bed, your cock reminding me that I’m yours..