They’d grown into 36G saggers by the time she was 50, which is when I first got my hands on them. She was the first I pursued, the very day I moved ...nto my new bachelor pad. I’d lusted after Jean for years, mainly due to her fantastic set of front-lumps, and I also knew her husband wasn’t fucking her. As she worked near where I’d just moved to, I suggested we meet for a drink. After three we were hatching a plan for her to start an affair.Later that week, Jean was in my bed and I at last. As the party was ending people started to leave and I began to help clean up when his mother asked me if I would walk mrs carroll home as it was dark and she lived about 3/4 mins walk up the road. It was about 1am and was still very mild out so we didn't have any coats and she was wearing a flower covered dress that showed her lovely long legs and her nice breasts which I'm sure she caught me looking at a few times during the night. As we walked she started to ask me lots of questions, like was. I reached up under the first girl’s tight skirt, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and then lowered them slowly as I kept an eye on her pussy. It was trimmed short and looked absolutely delicious. As she stepped out of them for me she squatted down with her pussy right in my face, she told me that she had lost her cherry, and then she asked me to give her a new one. So I picked up a cherry and poked it into her pussy leaving the stem sticking out just a little bit. She then. Pleeeeaaassseee.” The humor took the edge off, so Nancy started to serve, giving Zoey the first piece – a corner of the cake with lots of icing.After dinner, a half dozen or so of the intentional family went into the living room including Brad, Sandy, and Nancy. There were some asides between the two women, and then Nancy nudged her father to the large armchair. “Sit, please.”Brad sank into the chair, but was puzzled by their actions, at least until Nancy sat in his lap. She said, “I have been.