The closeness made us a bit more affectionate with each other and soon we started kissing and the kissing became passionate French kissing. It had bee... a long time that I have had sex and much longer for Jean and years for her even before her husband died. Her husband, with his alcoholism, could no longer perform sexually.She did not resist as I reached down and undid her jeans and worked my right hand down inside them. We were both very relaxed from the wine and plus we were both pretty stoned. So it seemed necessary to ask her, as everything belonged to her.“You really want to do that darling?” came her nervous answer, the tone of her voice telling me how surprised she was.I paused for a moment and then kissed her softly to re-connect, before smiling and telling her, “Yes honey, I do. I don’t know why, but I think it would be really hot to taste you and Jason. To kiss and soothe your battered pussy.”And then a thought occurred to me, and I grinned and lightened the mood. “After all. I just drove and relaxed, I must confess I was thinking I might be on for a blow job here but wasn’t disappointed when M suddenly sat back in her seat and opened up part of her skirt. It had buttons somehow and she was able to undo a few so that it opened out so that I could see her knickers, and then very quickly I couldn’t see them as she pulled them down and off. She gave me on of these really horny looks that she has before sliding down a bit more and ever so slightly opening her legs and. Hastily we get dressed, not even having time for a shower, so we still smell of sexy morning sex. It is a nice odour, and Mould is pretty jealous of it. “So, tell me again how you two met?” He asks. “Heh, I fucked her in a park and then we fucked at mine, then hers and then I asked her to move in and then we made love. Oh, and did I mention we have loads o' sex?” I tease Mould. “Y’all be crazy!” He laughs, “Is this the place?” He asks, pulling up to Nicole’s flat. “This is the one. I kind of.