Colin came to the bed and spread her bum cheeks for us both to watch my spunk ooze slowly from Sally’s slightly open arse hole, Colin remarked how s...e has always enjoyed a good arse fucking then released his hold on her bum cheeks and slapped them mumbling “dirty bitch” laughed and returned to his seat. I lay beside Sally, she leant over and kissed me and whispered “give me a minute for round two”, l don’t know where this 75yr old woman was getting her energy.It was a while before Sally and l. I had taken a first step on a journey that I really didn't know how to finish. I went with the obvious. I put a stack of my favorite music on the turntable, and went to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses and the bottle. Martha didn't waste any time in making herself comfortable. By the time I returned, she had kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa. Her dress had slid up, and while I was trying to be as suave as I could while I poured the drinks, I couldn't help peeking again at. Ray never dreamed it would lead to such an overwhelming success when he begged Brenda to write Dawn. Now his plan was simple. First he would sample the sexual rewards by screwing Dawn in every way imaginable. He reasoned that all of the incriminating material against Dawn made it too daunting for the woman to resist his blackmail demands. Then he would force the woman to become the heroine in each and every one of her erotic stories. Ray got thoroughly aroused, fantasizing about watching. A newsexual longing was forming.The next item was something wispy light and sexy. She called it a camisoleand it was to be worn under the dress. I raised my eyebrows that shecuriously did not produce a bra. As if reading my mind she said, "Darling, ifyou haven't noticed, your new breasts are perfect. They have a naturalyouthful uplift that should not be constrained in some bra!"The dress was next. It was a designer outfit. It was a simple black andelegant design. As I wriggled my torso through.