She was 25. Apparently my mother who is 50 has a sister who is 25 years younger who I had jerked it to while showering. We ended up sitting togethe... and instantly hit it off. I felt like we both put the awkward sexual tension behind us. Vanessa was a chill bitch.She ran her own industrial cleaning service so we traded horror stories from work. We laughed and drank, and drank and laughed. The old folks got drunk fast and after a few falls the bar tender closed up shop. "Well that sucks". I reached out and pinched her nipple, smiling at her. She glanced at me in the corner of her eye.I maneuvered Betty and myself into sixty-nining on the sofa. Rick lay down on the mattress and had Beth suck him while on all fours. I delved into Betty's pussy and ass, licking, probing and sucking her hot holes, enjoying her taste and feel, along with the expert blow job the likes of which I had missed for a long time. After a while, she moved off me. As I got up, she pointed to Beth, who by now. That incidentally," she laughed, "is the name of our dog because he screws like one. Would you like to go out and meet him?"Bette, shaking with aroused lust and desire, walked along with them as they went out to the back of the house. When she saw the size of the fawn colored Great Dane, she sucked in her breath in startled, yet pleased surprise. In their letter, they had said they had a big dog but hadn't said it was a Great Dane."My but he is tremendous," she gasped."Yes he is," Mike agreed. At the Walmart I bought a six pack of briefs, and two more navy blue tee shirts in a size x large. I would rather them be too large than too small. Clothes sizes tended to be a roll of the Dice at Walmart. I also bought a pair of blue work pants. I was surprised when Bitsy brought a folding bike, like mine, to the checkout register. She had managed to wrestle the bike into a store buggy alone. The Toad and I stared at her in respect.“What? The company can afford something to keep me in.