” It didn’t take Greg any time to kick his shoes and jeans under the couch while Helen helped pull his shirt over his head. T...en she pushed him back against the cushions and dropped to her knees between his legs. Greg’s cock wasn’t as long as mine, but it was certainly bigger around. It looked like my wife was holding a can of soda as she slowly stroked his hard cock. Helen started teasing him by gently flicking her tongue over the head with a quick. . but then there was the party and... she met me.once she said that I took her hand, got her closer to me and kissed her. she replied and she started caressing my ankle with her foot. so I had my hands going down and they went from her ass to her belly and then... in her pants. she was kissing me furiously and I loved it. I wass getting hard and it was a bit of a pain inside the pants. so as we were on the river banks and in winter at night there's only very fiew people passing by... we went. Not that she’d had much on when he’d arrived, just some thin flimsy muumuu thing… but at least it had hidden all the wrinkles and the folds of skin that were hanging off her thin body. Her tits hung down to the middle of her belly, flat against her body except for the nipples that seemed to jut out just above her navel on either side. She’d taken a condom and a tube of lube from a drawer, jumped up on the table and while he was trying to make himself hard enough to get the rubber on, she spread. “I know what it is!” He grabs my hand sniffing it, “What is it?” “Well I had a paper cut and I put some anti bacterial stuff on it. But then I licked it off.” “Oh ok,” He says with a smile. “I wonder what they put in that stuff?” “I’m beat!” I said flopping down on the couch and snuggling into him. “Want me to give you a massage?” “No I’m too tired. Chris is fucking me ragged.” “Well I didn’t say where I’d give you the massage.” He rubs my shoulders and smiles coyly. “No thanks,” I say.