” After hearing that, her interaction at the pool made more sense. Heather continued sliding her hand up and down his thigh as we talked, each time ...he slid closer to his massive cock. Steve was becoming more erect as he recalled his stories and as my wife teased him with her fingernails. Heather rolled over, resting her chin on his leg just below his groin. Steve laid his hand in her messy blonde hair and stroked it. His cock reacted to my wife’s breath on it, enlarging and snaking up his. Gert looked at me and said,"I suppose if I had five grand stashed away, that is the exact amount of the job or if I said 'I could swing three hundred, that too would be fine?"This was our little thing, Aunt Gert knew I was a wise-ass, that my Dad was probably the original wise-ass ever. Not in a mean way at all though, just funny at times and rather dry.One week later I was at Aunt Gerts place wiring up her music room. I saw she was working on that Chopin etude I like so much and thought I. I had loved her no less for her bodily changes, having grown to love more than her body, and this love had stopped my once rampant urges since I had been widowed, until now.As I lay there peeping on this beautiful young woman, stretching slowly in the low sun, I felt tightness in my shorts as my sex drive kicked back into gear after having been parked for these many weeks. I shuffled my groin up from the rock, and reached down to re-adjust my rampant cock to a more comfortable position and felt. How we met and how we became friends as well as lovers in that one afternoon and night. I then told him about her visit here and how we spent a day shopping together and then that marvellous evening we spent together in each other’s company.“That’s why you hide the pillow isn’t it?” he asked. I nodded and smiled in return and he bowed his head trying to absorb everything I explained for a moment. “So, you will be seeing her again I suppose?”“I don’t know. And I wish I knew if it was possible.