Pretty gross to think of your old parents having sex, isn't it?" It's not that, Mom, honest! I just felt so bad that I interrupted. I'm glad that you ...nd Dad love each other and I hope..." tears were leaking again. Crap! "I hope I have someone who loves me and cavorts with me when I'm your age." That did it. Seeing Mr. Barnes and talking about Joanne and going to the hayloft and then realizing I'd interrupted Mom and Dad—I was crying in earnest. Dad grabbed me from behind and turned me around. The final whistle blew, and I despondently made my way out of the ground. The team went to pieces in the last fifteen minutes of the game and got well and truly stuffed. I wouldn't have minded too much but it was Manchester bloody United that did the stuffing. I was making my way north along Green Street towards Kitchener Road, when I heard a voice behind me. "Dave, you old bugger! Long-time no see."I looked around and saw Andy Rowe, the bloke who had been my best man."Bloody hell Andy, you're. Making her stand up, the older man tore her bra from her body, despite her begging. Her enormous mammaries wobbled and swayed with each movement. Her nipples low on the heavy looking flesh, erect and shiny, coal black in wide circles of lumpy areolae. Timothy took a firm grasp of his cock and began to slowly wank it. Now her tits were the targets of the man’s slapping. Causing them both to bounce and jiggle and glow. Also causing Timothy to moan with lust.It was time for the Mulatto to take his. He knew what he wanted and what he liked in a woman as well as what he could offer to her.He glanced back down the stairs and caught sight of her through the window in the door, her slender leg propped on the edge of the bunk as she slipped her stocking off and wasn't startled by the rush of sensual heat that shot through him. She affected him that way on line, so it only made sense that he should be gripped by the desire to race down there, take over the task of peeling those silky hose from.