Jennie had never been one for masturbation, so she ‘played with herself’ only seldom, when the sexual pressure built up in her and she felt that s...e needed ‘release’. She hummed to herself as she finished with the hair dryer and put it away. She pulled the panties into place, having still the vanity to look at herself in the mirror. Then she laughed and said: ‘Maybe ‘the old gal’ doesn’t need all that much anyhow!’ Then she lectured herself: ‘Now, Jennie Allen, don’t you go getting school. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he didn't see anything, much. 'You ah... I saw your scrapes along your back and arms. You won't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a moment. 'Ill help you clean them properly' He. They were all recent retirees; one (Bill) was married and a former insurance agent. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the smallest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom's butt; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that guys do. He slid his cock up and down a couple times before placing it at the opening of my vagina. I was ready for him to penetrate me and I told him so. When his hips moved forward my pussy opened and he slipped in. I loved the size and heat. His cock was very hot and I felt it heat my cunt walls as he entered deeper and deeper into me. He fucked me very well that night. I had a few vaginal orgasms and a few by rubbing myself off while he fucked me. I knew he was close to cumming and when he did he.