One of them came over and sat on the ledge right by my wife’s face. I turned my wife over so that she was facing up and my cock was sliding between ...er ass cheeks. The other guys came over and were standing over us stroking their cocks. I had pulled my wife’s panties down and uncovered her pussy. I was rubbing her hairless mound and playing with her clit. She was going wild having her pussy played with and watching 3 big cocks being stroked right in front of her. She reached out and was playing. . .at one time in my life. I loved it. I loved acting that way. I loved feeling that way. It made me feel alive. But that stopped when Jimmy died. I missed and wanted sex but I didn’t want to get involved with anyone and I didn’t feel comfortable picking up strangers at a bar. It didn’t seem right. How’s that for irony. The thought that my son could possibly help me with this problem had never accrued to me . . . . . . But now it intrigued me greatly. It did more than intrigue me…It set me on. ‘You better believe it!’ Bobby said. He reached for her and she stood up, then she slid on top of him and kissed him. He could taste the remnants of himself on her lips. Bobby cuddled his lover until his strength returned, then his hands began exploring her smooth, warm body. She squirmed as she lay atop him, caressing his body with hers. Finally, he rolled over and Mrs. Meckler rolled onto her back on the bed next to him. Moving over her, the young man seized a rigid nipple with his lips and. After spending enough time in her underarms, I then moved to her pants. I removed them and her panty was completely soaking wet. It was like she squirted due to my actions in her naked upper body.I placed my face on her wet panties and was getting her juice all over my face.I wasn’t able to go slow after that. I removed (nearly tore) her panty and rubbed it all over my face while chewing and smelling every inch of her juice-filled panties. I just dived into my neighbour girl’s pussy, licking.