Despite her mature years of 59, she was still a good-looking lady. She was 5 ft, 3" tall, with a dress size of around 12, her breasts were 36 c but co...ld vary a bit with weight fluctuations, as with many woman, this was never a constant factor. Her shoulder length, dark brown hair was always well cared for I often noticed that older people still treated air travel as something really special, whilst to me, it was a flying bus.In the car on the way to the airport, mum was chattering away. She. Smith between her legs. Ellie had always loved to taste herself on me and from what I could tell, was really enjoying her first true taste of pussy. She was lapping at Kate, sucking and licking every inch of her. I walked over to Kate and presented my cock to her. She took it in, going right down to the base. She reached under and stroked by balls, pulling and kneading them while she sucked me. I was still excited from the work Bill had done and in short time was spilling my load into Kate’s. She was a squirter cumming in waves. His tongue buried down deep curling it as he came out. Rachelle’s heels were digging into his waist. Her hands were pulling his face into her wetness, her breathing was off the charts. He played her so well his face was shining from her juices. His rock hard cock was aching needing to be relieved. Rachelle was so far gone by his tongue she was needing him to enter her with his cock. She tried to get him to understand she wanted him to enter her now. Moving. Like the first time.”A replay of the previous thirteen years flashed through my mind. The dance. The pursuit. Making love with Bethany that first time. And then the second. Our Senior Prom. Sharing Bethany and Kathy. College. Sharing Bethany and Pam. Punching Gene. Trying to be a couple. The accident. Andrew. The break up. Our weekend in Kohler. Nick. The funeral. The sheer emotion of those memories caused my head to spin and my knees to grow week.“Steve? Steve?” I heard Bethany say through a.