The... rest... will take place within two years. I may even have grandchildren before I'm too old to care for them..." She laughed.Aunt Megan and Aunt...Rose both laughed happily, agreeing. "I... I don't even like him... he scares me." I admitted, looking in the mirror again. "Of course you're scared, honey. He's a real, virile man, with a real, virile cock between his legs. He's not like the other young men of your generation; he's got a real set of balls. He's very successful as a businessman. Silence and a ringing in Bryans ears reigned supreme for a few minutes until he took stock of the situation.First, he wasn't mortally wounded, at least not that he could tell. The pellets were starting to sting and he was sure that there would be much more pain to come. However, the idea that there was another team making an insertion on the other side of the property frightened him badly. His wife was over there. His kids were over there. The people he had taken in and planned to protect were. Grabbing their robes she was barely able to cover herself and they hurried back.As they entered the apartment John started to look around for the toy box, “where are all those toys you had the other day?”“Why do you want them?”“Are you questioning me now, where are they and I will show you, now go get them.”She like his commanding voice and very pleasant feeling ran through her body and she was wet and not just from the hot tub, her pussy was very wet indeed. She left and got the box of sex. Through a website where hubbies posted pics of their wives I got chatting to Alan who, I later discovered, was in his mid-sixties. His wife Susan was in her early sixties and, certainly in my view, the perfect GILF. She had looked after herself and had a fabulous body for her age; UK size 10/12, sensational stems, a bum to die for, lovely natural breasts (I reckon a 36D) unusually firm for a sixty something and amazing super sensitive nipples. Looks wise she was the woman next door, shoulder.