The sensation of being buried in my new wife's virgin ass was everything I could have dreamed - and when she squeezed hard on my and whimpered softly,...her eyes rolled back in her head, my tongue wet and soft on her lips, I knew that Donna loved it as much as I did.Control was impossible. I ground my teeth together and fought the urge to cum long enough to deliver a half-dozen deep, strong strokes, each one making Donna quiver and gasp, but then I was done - a surge of creamy cum jetted from the. ”“Umm. I guess it’s alright.”“You don’t sound too sure. I’ll just go now.” Sarah said as she turned around to walk away.“Sarah, don’t go. It’s just that I don’t have a swimsuit on.”“Bret don’t worry. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen before.”Sarah stripped from her shorts and shirt revealing a red bikini. It matched her curly red locks that she was taking out of her ponytail. Then she dove in. We swam together making small talk for about an hour. Then, I suggested making. She sat on the chair near to me facing me.I was intrigued and curious with her smile on the dark face and the glint of the candle in her black eyes. I took the opportunity and asked her why Trinath was touching her. She grimaced and said he always tries to take advantage to touch her and has been asking her of her husband’s inability to spend time. I asked her to explain. She said everyone in the servant’s quarter knows that her husband was drinking and sleeping the entire day and would wake up. I could do anything I wanted.I sold the house, put the furniture I wanted into storage and rented abeach house in Florida. It had a monthly lease that I could terminate atany time should the urge to travel overtake me. At 59, I wasn't exactly abeach bunny. I actually wanted to read a book or listen to a recording allthe way through without interruption. That was my idea of a good time.I was 5-10 and 200 pounds with more hair on my chest and gut than head, butmore or less in good shape. I wasn't.