"Sounds like grand dad. Any antiques?" No, it's all junk left over from the years when I was married." Oh. Do you have a picture of her?" Linda asked ...agerly. Before I responded, she was already digging inside one of the bag."This is her, right?" Linda showed me an old photo from the bag. It was a photo of Cindy and me in our wedding."I nodded."Not as pretty as I had expected," Linda commented, "I thought she was very pretty. You know, I thought any girl you would bring home had to be. Please don't stop. Don't stop fucking my ass!" I submitted. I gave her what she wanted to hear. But right after I said it, she slowed her finger down and almost stopped. Her finger slowing pulled out of my ass. I think the tip might have still been in, but I couldn't tell."Mmm... mmm," she groaned a little. Then I felt more pressure, a lot more pressure was pushing against my asshole."Oh... Oh!" is all I could manage to groan."It's ok, just relax... if you liked one finger, I know you'll like. Now came the tricky part for me. I wanted to do the obvious, but at the same time, I knew It was the thing that needed an explicit okay from her before proceeding. I moved closer kneeling on one side of his leg and getting closer to the action. I grabbed her bottom spreading her cheeks and she gave a satisfied squeal. I moved my hand down rubbing her clit and moved some of the moisture up to her back door. I then got closer and rubbed the sensitive underside of my dick on her puckered area. She. When he got to my smooth pussy, he kissed directly on top of my clit and then kept kissing up my belly until he was kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. I knew then that he had to know who I was. There was no way his mouth could not tell the difference between B-cups and no cups. He was completely unfazed. He must have known all along that it was me and he was treating my boobs like objects of worship. I could barely contain joyous laughter as I thought of myself, the ugly swan with the.