. and especially as my ex was at her stunning best then, with a mane of crimson hair, pert little tits, long legs, a gorgeous ass and most of all, an ...dventurous attitude.We had rented a holiday cottage in Devon, next door to a widowed man, let’s call him Maurice, who lived there permanently. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him. Eric perked up at the sound of her voice. "Hey, Abigail, what's up?" Not much. Your mom is almost done with dinner." We've been sitting here with watering mouths for the past half hour" Alma joked."She is an amazing cook, isn't she?" Abigail said, and they all smiled to themselves, except for Grace, who continued to suck Eric's dick. "Tell you what," Abigail continued, "Alma, why don'y you go help your mother finish up?" Sure!" Alma got up from her seat beside Eric, took the blunt from his. You moan, thrusting your hipsharder and harder. I licked faster and harder at your clit, and wrapped mylips around it firmly. I felt like I was in heaven, wrapped up inside yourskirt like that, cloistered away from any concern except giving you sexualpleasure. You thrust faster and harder, yanking me up with more and more forceinto you, until my lips were just hanging onto you for dear life, letting yougrind yourself against me until you climaxed in a shuddering orgasm, thrustingagainst my face. ..."CAMERON! WHERE ARE YOU ?" his mother, back from the caterers and in the hall, 2 flights down, but coming up the stairsIn one deft movement I slid off his face, grabbed my robe, and slipped under the bed. I just hoped to god she wouldn't come in, or if she did she didn't smell me or my perfume, or my pussy indeed.Cameron was pulling some surf shorts on, trying to stuff his great cock into them, as his mother came into the room."Have you not got ready yet?" she scolded"I've h h had a.