Although it was good, it wasn’t amazing and when she pulled back at the same time as I did, I popped out of her. “Oh,” I said, “sorry about t...at." “Don’t be,” she replied. “I know I’m not very tight there.” Then she reached down and grasped my cock, now slippery with her juices. “You’ll find this better,” she said and pressed my cock against her asshole. “You sure?” I asked. She responded by pressing me in further and I entered her with surprising ease. Oh yes, now that was tight, and so, so. That evening I decided to start working out. In my first time around the only time I was ever in shape was the four years I spent in the Navy. The rest of the time I was either too skinny or too fat. I never ran unless I was being chased and whatever was chasing me could do enough damage to make the run worthwhile.I started out with pushups and figured that I might make it to ten. When I passed 30 I began to wonder. When I passed 50 I knew something was definitely different because I wasn't. She stopped and pushed the door open and listened quietly, when all at once Katie made a soft moan and began to talking to herself! "Oh my god," she thought, "my little girl is masturbating!!!" The moaning grew louder as Katie approached her orgasm, and it was all Marge could do to keep from reaching in side of her pajamas and doing her own clit!!! Back in her own bed, Pete rolled over and mumbled, "Where have you been, you were gone a long time?" "You're not gonna believe this," Marge replied,. This particular story took place in the summer of 1990, when I was 37 years old. Michael and I had spent an enjoyable afternoon with another couple at a small riverside beach. Michael knew the wife, Linda through a business connection, and we had all gotten together once before for drinks and seemed to get along very well. I sensed that Linda and I had lots more in common sexually than we were willing to talk openly about as we were together for the first time. But it seemed that we were both.