Even though she was in her fifties, Bob found Angela alluring and found himself wondering what it would be like to make love with her as they talked. ...��It’s been an exhausting day,’ Angela said. ‘I think I’m going to go back to my hotel. I need some rest.’ ‘Ah…would…would you like to join me for a drink before you do that?’ Bob asked, surprising himself. The older woman smiled at him. ‘I can’t believe you want to leave this party and have a drink with me when there are so many pretty girls. You only rarely behave anything like an 11-year-old, and we could certainly excuse this display of happiness if there were anything to excuse. But there’s not.”Kalina added, “We agree with Charlie: there is nothing to be excused. That reaction was something we hoped to see, as you still have a tendency to hold your feelings in, although that has been changing since you met your friends.”“Thanks, Mom, Charlie.”She looked around and that subtly sly look that she gets when she’s about to come out. I had no idea what to do . I just sat there. Tim spoke up and said you have the tightest pussy I have fucked in a long time. My wife giggled and thanked him. Hey now you can't take all the credit. It's my small dick that made it stay that tight. They both laughed at that. I thought I may as well have a good attitude about it. When we got to the pool there was only a couple of folks there. So I told Linda to take a dip and let us see how that suit looked wet. After a quick look around she. Wynn pushed as deep as he could, pressing her clitoris as she had done for herself before. The strokes got sorter and quicker. Wynn’s breathing got shorter and quicker. Finally, he took one deep breath, bellowed out and pulsed out, filling Marcy’s ears and womb with his virility. Wynn recovered swaddled in Marcy’s soft limbs and laying on her warm body. The fire was a heap of glowing red embers. Marcy stirred and Wynn extricated himself from his comfy cradle. Wearily, the paramours dragged to.