Alfred, my dear husband, died ten years ago, bless him. He was such a devoted lover that no woman could have wanted for better. His eagerness made me ...tay slim and trim through those dangerous years after menopause, where most women put on extra layers of fat, and the almost daily exercise kept my pussy wet and more than willing. But what's the use? He died on top of me a few days after my sixtieth birthday, in a rather unusual position. His blessed cock was buried in my pussy while he made. I am so aroused as we tongue kissing passionately while we rub and slide our nipples together. Just as I hoped my man is naked, stroking his erection as Juan glances at him. “Your man’s big thick, cock is a bonus,” Juan whispers as he motions for Roger to undo the clip at the side of his g-string. His large erect cock is very exciting eye candy while I ogle his tits. Roger has fucked me from behind a number of times, grasping my ass cheeks while I watch and enjoy another woman licking my. I said hey its ok its very nothing big and cool down her.Days passed, we shared lot of our personal stuffs. I used to work on Shift. So I was in home in the morning. Sharmila Husband went to office. Around 11 I got a call from Sharmila to come to her home. I went and knocked the door. She opened it. She seems to be very tiered. I asked here what happened and kept my hand on her forehead. She looks to be sick. She told that my husband left me like this since he has a important meeting.I prepared. “How did you know?” “you can always tell when a man like you turns up on this island that he has heard the stories of sexual fantasies and the most beautiful woman in the world” he grinned some more. “It’s all true my friend. but you won’t find it easily. You have to make an effort to taste the sweet nectar that awaits you. Follow me and I will make sure you find your way” We walked over to a boat about a mile down the beach and he let me have use of it if only I promise to tell him of my.