I quickly looked around the rest of the room and every one of my neighbors we engaging in sex. There was even a group of only guys all fucking and suc...ing each other. As we walked up the stairs people at the party looked over at us. Bri was in front of me walking up the stairs. I had a perfect view of her asshole as she strutted up the stairs in her high heals. My mom followed from behind. We continued through the kitchen, up to the second floor to my bedroom. As we entered my room, my mom. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue meet hers. They crushed their bodies together, her clasping with her muscular legs and him, grasping her ass with both hands.She felt it in his kiss. The sudden hesitancy, He tried to ease the sensation he was feeling as his cock was rubbed by her wet pussy slit. She knew what was coming and she knew he'd recover quickly. She clutched his body tight to hers and started grinding her pussy against his cock. She knew it was imminent when he stopped kissing. I wanted more.With fingertips, I pressed my crown into her cleft, still stroking back and forth. For a few minutes I relished the experience, her pussy slippery and warm. Then Callie trembled. She tilted her hips in another silent invitation. Pressing my crown deeper between her labia, I found her entrance. Movement stopped.Her hand touched the back of mine, pushing against me, encouraging me. At the same time, she pressed her ass back and my erection oozed into her, her vagina gripping me. My hair is grey and I didn't have the white beard last time she saw me, so it's completely forgivable that we didn't recognise eachother under the circumstances.Given that Jane was 39 when I met her, and now 25 years older, I have to say Jane looked like Jane (except for massive tits). She had a few wrinkles; yes; but she was still going to the gym, as she always had, and could still wear short skirts without embarrassment. Like most older women now, she dyed her hair so she wasn't grey like.