She still colored her hair, but yet now there were some gray hairs scattered throughout so that it didn’t look ridiculous. In fact, it made her look...very distinguished, and if I may say so – sexy.She was wearing dark slacks and a cream colored silk blouse. My mom always dressed nice. Sometimes I think she cleaned the house in good clothes. This blouse was definitely dressy and she was ready for when we went out to dinner that night. As I looked at her, I realized that perhaps one extra button. He stared. I smiled. I moved the conversation back onto small talk, neutral stuff, but I could tell Dad was distinctly uncomfortable. Physically so, he had his own legs crossed and was trying to cope with what was happening in there. I was giving him a hard-on! The image of my -father wanking while calling my name leapt back into my mind. I noticed him make a clumsy and rather obvious attempt to cover his shame, but this just made me want to tease him even more. I leaned over to my left to put. I prefer it, andreally you know, the old Irene no longer exists." I guess I can learn to do that ------ Allan." There, that was easy! Try it again." Allan," I repeated.She reached over to kiss me again and once more her hand stroked mybreast and continued down over my body. Before long she had completelyaroused me anew. Soon I welcomed her body back into mine. This time Ifelt her climax as well as my own, and experienced a new sense ofcontentment as our passions subsided while she continued to. He laid on the floor and my wife naturally climbed on top and sat of his cock. She then started fucking him and rode his cock for several minutes when he told her he was going to cum again. This didn’t even slow her down and in fact she told me she started fucking him harder so she could feel him cum inside her pussy. When he finished shooting all his cum inside her she slowed down and then just sat on this cock waiting for it to soften and slip out. It never got soft and she, feeling his.