The lady running the sale looked to be in her late fifties, fit and quite attractive. She had her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore littl... makeup. She confided that most of the items she was selling belonged to her late husband. He had been in poor health for some time and she often gave him a massage, hence the table. I really didn't know much about massage other than the few times I had one I had really enjoyed the lavish attention given to my body. At sixty, I'm not in great. I started kissing down her body as she cleaned my cum off her hand. I started going down on her."Gentle, my pussy is sore," she said.I ate her pussy until she came to a soft orgasm, then we cuddled and went to sleep.The next day all three of us acted like everything was normal. I was really happy to see nothing was coming between us right now. When all three of us hung out in the apartment, I didn't feel the humiliation I had before, nor the arousal.Eventually we sat around and started watching. (this story is written by )So I hugged her from behind and groped her boobs.I place my cock on her pussy from behind and entered again.I pushed her head on the sofa so her ass gets elevated, giving me access for deeper penetration.AhhhhAhhhhhh|Ahhhhhhhh, u r such a great lover.She was screamingI slapped her ass whilst facing her doggy style.Say my name I shouted.AhhhhAhhhhhSammSamSamI love u.She barely managed to speak.My cock was gripped by her vaginal muscles and I was about to cum in no time. We shared many intimate moments and we lived in a constant bromance, we got drunk together, slept in the same bed together, we would hug and kiss, share secrets, he was the first person I ever came out to, in fact he asked me out right if i was gay and i didnt deny it and he hugged me and i cried on his shoulder and nothing ever changed between us. We shared many homoerotic moments, cuddles, caresses. One time specifically comes to mind when he came up to my room looking for a condom, his.