. not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her ...reasts and she tingled with excitement. "Oh I think it was the way you looked at the bulge in my pants."So he had seen her looking. She reached out and ran her fingers over his cloth covered cock. "Tell me what you want honey."He unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until it was free of her shorts and he could see her 32B and very braless. “Of course he would,” Della said. “A cunt’s a cunt isn’t it Bob, dear. And a change is as good as a rest. What do you say? Fancy a seventy year old’s pussy.”As she said it, she opened the dressing gown she was wearing. She was naked underneath. She lay back and spread her legs and with two fingers opened her pussy so they could see it fully. It was a deep pink that glistened in the light from the wetness and to their amazement, was completely bald. Carried looked down at her husband’s. The truth, and I can say this to myself but not really aloud to anyone else, was that we tended to be the two most attractive in the group, the two getting the most attention, both welcome and unwelcome. This gave us a sort of kinship. We could relate, and being really honest, it was also the fact for each of us knew, even if never spoken out loud, that together we made a really sexy pair. That slight stir we caused wherever we went increased fourfold, or tenfold, over that which either of us. He was a free spirit, divorced living in a modest apartment complex. He and I weren’t real close however, it’s still tough to face this. In the weeks following I was left to resolve all his issues. He had everything under the sun on that apartment. I began the task of sorting, dividing up and cleaning the apartment. I came to his bedroom and in going through things there I discovered his collection of porn. I was shocked to find most of it was Bi related. Ohh well we never really know huh. I.