Courtney answered my question when she asked me privately if we could trade partners with Albert for the night. I nodded my OK. Albert’s wife Clara ...as a very pleasant white-haired sixty-six-year-old. I just hoped she didn’t snore.Clara surprised me by coming to bed naked. Her still-full boobs sagged a lot but her hips were trim and her greying pussy hair was neatly trimmed.She smiled and said, “I know all about the deer camp. I was a camp girl several times when I was in my forties like. “Jerry,” I greeted him with a nod.“Greetings, John. This is Michael,” he replied.“I kind of guessed that from what others have said about him,” I replied. “Greetings, Archangel Michael.”“I should smite you from existence for your lack of respect,” was all Michael said.“Rather doubt you’d want to deal with Jude if you did,” I replied, then blanked him.“Quite,” added Jerry, whose eyes were twinkling somewhat.“So, why am I here? As far as I’m aware I died and Oonagh passed through the exit, which. As soon as I felt Steve's erect member against me I reacheddown and gently held it. I had never held another man's penis beforeand it felt tactile and spongy, I could feel the thick veins runningalong it. It also felt slick and warm. I commenced a slow strokingmotion, easing my hand along the shaft and circling the enormous head.The cock was so thick that I couldn't grip its full girth in my hand.Steve groaned, "Oh yeah bitch, you know what daddy likes."He pushed me back slightly so he could. I could see even then the man you would grow into.” During this conversation, Sheila had moved closer to me. She sat beside me now and rested her hand on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down my upper leg and gradually skimming my hardened cock. Of course, my rod was responding. She reached over with her other hand and undid the button and then unzipped my fly, her hand crawling into my boxers. She brought my hard cock out into the open and just gazed lustfully at it. “My my….. you have.