I took a quick look as I went by, and the one sitting behind the driver’s seat kind of reminded me of my Traci at that age: long blonde hair, big bo...bs, and, I think, blue eyes. I might have been a little distracted by her breasts to get a real good look at her eye color.Ah, my Traci, the founder of this feast, so to speak. Not quite what she was when I first met her at 19, but still a damn fine-looking woman for 63. Yes, she might be 20 pounds over her fighting weight, and I’m sure the blonde. I know my cheek must bebright red and I hope it will not be black and blue the next day. "Grab mytits you pervert." They are dancing in front of me, swaying from side toside as she pumps her hips up and down. I reach up and stroke them andgently caress her nipples.It is years and years since Debbie has been on top in our lovemaking. Shepumps up and down forcefully and gets into a rhythm with the springs in themattress. For my part the pleasure between my legs is intense, but at thesame time she. He doesn't know that I have this one. I have gotten him used to the old 6 inch one. I have actually gotten him to ask for it, and he cums every time. I don't let him touch himself; only from my hand. I pull on my strap and adjust it. I lube it up and keep the bottle in my left hand. Then I climb back into the bed snuggling up against him again. I reach around and pinch his nipple between my fingers. At the same time, I nibble on his earlobe, and he begins to stir. He lets out a soft. The ladies name was Maria.Maria spoke excellent English.She told them the house was clean and ready for them.She would take them there and show them around and help with the luggage.Leon went with them. Edna was still driving. She drove up the stone paved drive and parked under a three car covered entry porch. It was a big house.There were five bed rooms each with a bath. The living room over looked the beach. The kitchen was big but the appliances were old. Maria said that every thing worked.