He didn’t know if she was full of shit or just a horny nympho.Lydia bought Michael a drink. While at the bar, she put her hand over his pants and r...bbed at his slacks. Lydia was a nympho, and Michael just played along. She drank her drink fast and took Michael’s hand, and led him to a lounge down the corridor. She pushed him against the wall and continued moving her hand up and down his slacks. Michael was hard and horny, and Lydia was like an animal in heat. She unzipped his trousers and. ” Bobby would reciprocate. This went on for a few minutes before their fingers each found a clit to play with and they began doing just that. In contrast to the way Lydia and I had caressed our clits in the shower yesterday morning, these girls seemed to just be going for a record.“Mmm! Oooo!” They would intone. Soon they were making a ’pinching’ motion with the forefingers and thumbs as the latter rubbed their clits and the former was inserted into their sopping wet cunts. I found myself. I had barely closed the front door when she reached down my shorts, pulled out my now hard cock, dropped to her knees and crammed it deep into her warm wet mouth.I let her slurp on my cock for a couple of minutes and then gently pulled her up to her feet, I spun Shelly around and pushed her over the end of the couch.I pulled her leggings down around her thighs and jammed my cock deep inside her warm wet hole.I pumped her pussy hard and within seconds I was emptying hot cum deep inside her.We. You ever do it? “My wife let me now sometimes, when she was in the mood.” He drank some coffee. “Not from that—?” “No, the cancer took her. Breast.” He looked thoughtful, like he was remembering. “We were married 35 years.” “I’m sorry to hear.” “Yeah.” He drank, looking over the cup at John. “She passed four years ago. You want to go to my place? “Okay,” John said, and as they got up, "Listen, I don’t want to kiss and cuddle. I only want sex, y’know?” “Sure. I’m okay with it.” In the parking.