She let her heavenly ladies just soak in the sun bare. I wanted to say something to her about it, but I figured not to because I was enjoying the view...anyway. “So where is your daughter at?”, I asked. “She is a few hours away from home. She‘s done college for the year.”, she responded. “Your more than welcome to take your shirt off if you like.”, she said. “I don’t know, I feel sort of weird about it.”, I said. “Well if it makes you feel comfortable, I’ll get naked for you, ha ha.”, she. I, too, lost track of who I was and who I was with. I became consumed with pure animal lust. I wasn't making love or even fucking now, I was mating—it was animalistic, raw sexual activity. I don't know how long we went on like this—time meant nothing to us anymore. But neither of us could keep this pace up forever. Tiffany hadn't had sex in some time, and I wasn't used to such frantic, breakneck sex. So, far too soon for either of us, we both reached our crests.Tiffany was the first to announce. About 20 minutes later I knew she was out because I could hear the hair dryer. "Would you like some wine?" I shouted over the dryer sound. "Sure with a couple of ice cubes Please." As she came into the room she wearing a semi-see-through night gown. We sat in front of the fire and started to talk about our c***dhood. She was still a little cold and sat in front of me allowing her gown to be even more see through. Even at 40 years old her body was in perfect shape. Her breasts were large yet not. “Toilet for pissing” – I told him and as expected he told me to do it in the bathroom. I pulled up the gagra and haunched in front of him to urinate. He was rest less, I was about to finish my pissing, he squatted on the floor with a mug full of water and started cleaning my pussy. His hands were shivering and the rod hardened. “Dad, shall I masturbate you”? Before he could reply I took his big rod in my hand and started massaging it. He got up making it convenient. I thought how it will be if.