’ ‘I was?’, asked a confused Dunston. He knew that he was starting to slip as he grew older, but he could have sworn that it had been Dunrossite... who had said a ball should be held. ‘Grandfather, really?!’ ‘Um, eh, well, yes, I did say something like that, didn’t I.’ He gave his guest an odd look, then shrugged it off. ‘Do you like the idea?’ ‘Why, yes, of course, sir.’ Dunrossiter took this moment to interject himself. ‘Milady, I know we haven’t seen each other since you were but a child, but. ’ ‘Nothing I like better.’ ‘What a lucky man Tim is,’ he said, his sincerity evident in his tone of voice. ‘I mean, not only are you gorgeous, and that hair of yours is, I don’t know, it gives you this vixen like look, really, the same color as a fox’s fur. So not only are you spectacular to look at… really, those breasts of yours — thanks for the preview — they’re C cup right?’ ‘Yeah, 34C.’ ‘And so firm.’ ‘Yeah, he says they’re on springs.’ The two ladies, each rubbing a neck, looked at each. One of my greatest turn-ons, when we were first married, was when she would tell me about her group girl-on-girl experiences of her late teens; something that I will retell in a later chapter, but I digress for now.My unique story began when, after taking a routine antibiotic, I started developing erectile dysfunction.Now it is pretty shocking psychologically when a man realizes that he can't 'get it up', and that the reason is something more than a transitory issue. As a matter of fact, it. After the first stud agreed he parted my splayed thighs and mounted me.As I felt that first 13 inch cock slide all the way to the balls in my sloppy cunt I knew in the back of my mind that I would be in real trouble.After only a few short minutes of easy stroking I was beginning to really feel the a****l lust overtake me and started to climax.While the stud fucked me harder I began to climax almost repeatedly as I urged him on.Telling him to fuck me harder still he picked up the pace,his balls.