Everything elapsed as planned, people getting in and out of the hall, bands playing music; so nice with beautiful women looking at themselves in t...e mirror to look better. %%%%%%% Party is over, time to leave and we have a show here whilst guests are heading down the stairs: drunk men and women struggling to get to the first floor, fighting about the only way to get home, having difficulties especially if there’s no railing or hand rail. This was but a funny, amusing situation here, . Cathleen has always been good in bed. After 20 years together and 2 kids, you’ve eased into a wonderful life. She’s 39, you’re 40. She still looks great. She still fucks like a 25 year old.She looks at you deeply, a hand gripping your cock and jerking. “I need to tell you something.”“Okay” your heart pounds.“Do you remember that time when I asked what you wanted and you said you wanted to flip me over and duck my ass?”To be honest you don’t quite remember what she’s talking about. You’re. Shit! This is embarrassing! But you’re not that much older than me. How did you get to be so, um, experienced?”Rachael heaved a theatrical sigh and said, “Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I must be one of those - what do you call them - oh, yeah, sluts. The truth is, Cuz, I’ve been having sex since I sprouted pubic hair at the age of eleven.”A stunned Eric, absolutely NOT ready for this turn in the conversation, was trying to mentally process her comment. Rachael had just crossed a big social. It was a sight of magic for him, though he wasn’t sure if that was the brandy of not. Hell he’d just noticed she’d got a nice curvy figure on her. Mrs. Thomas got to Harry, running her hands all over his chest, ripping his shirt off, with buttons flying all over. She knew he was toned under that shirt and boy was he toned, with a gorgeous six pack. Then moving down his body, kissing his chest on the way, unbuttoned his trousers, whipping them down. Harry was now stood in front of Mrs. Thomas in.