Slow…..gentle…..Mukesh…behanchod dheeere…..main mari….it pains…bastard….slow!” she squealed in pain, “Oh Bhagwan! slow!” she screa...ed out of pain. She felt as if a thick log had been pushed into her ass.” Relax your ass, beti…it is painful….relax your ass….Be gentle beta….take your time…Ishita is taking your cock well, just a matter of time, Keshi beta” guided the mature widow.Yashodha’s hands reached up to cup her daughter’s boobs and feel her hardening nipples. Mukesh saw his rock hard cock. Sure enough, one of them had a smoking fetish so I immediately lit up and smoked as sexually as I could. I told him to take their clothes off and then I had them both sit on the couch. With one cock in my hand and one in my mouth, I started getting them hard. I loved it that my red lipstick came off on the cock. After a long time of alternating between sucking and jerking, it was obvious they were incredibly hard. I decided to smoke another cigarette and blow it on their cocks.Both of the guys. I had known her since she came to work with me some thirty years ago and we had become almost joined at the hip, in fact, I probably spent more time with her than with my husband, Alec. After being made redundant we had gone our separate ways professionally but remained close friends. Oh, let me introduce myself. I am Anna. I recently 'celebrated' my Fifty Seventh birthday. Okay, celebrated is not really the right word because suddenly I had begun to feel old, as though my life had passed me. Not a bad experience, not at all.Just as we were about to go to the boat my parents arrived. I had forgotten I had called them. We exchanged hugs, I introduced Sarah, and we all went to fetch Carrie and Mike. Mom simply grabbed Mike, crying on his shoulder, thanking him for taking care of her babies, and expressing her sorrow over his parents.He told us about the memorial service, and they said they’d love to attend, but they didn’t have a place to stay and needed to get back. Mike had asked me.