Greetings between Jean and I are usually a kiss on the lips (just a quick peck), but this time I wanted it to last a bit longer. Jean was not having t...is, she just pushed me away lightly, saying, “'Bye, Bob.” I said, “Sorry, it must be the drink in me.” Jean replied, “Good night, Bob. I know you’ve had a few drinks.” This was never mentioned again. As I mentioned Ron was in hospital. Jean came round one evening and asked if I could take her to the hospital the next day. I said I’d be happy. Tossing her top to the floor, I turned her and pulled her bare back to my chest. I reached around her torso, cupped both of her small tits in my hands, and gently kneaded them. Her nipples quickly hardened and grew to the size of pencil erasers. Sure her tits were small, but they were more than enough to please a middle-aged man traveling alone.Mandy moaned as I tenderly massaged her tits and rolled her hard little nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She laid her head back on my. She left her T- shirt on and lay down on the bed. She propped her head up on her hand. I loved the flow of her hip, and the way it curved into the smooth line of her leg. She wore purple panties. ‘Tell me about your trip,’ she said. ‘I like these,’ I said, nodding towards her underwear. ‘Purple is my favorite color.’ She put her hand on her hip, and I longed to be touching her there. ‘They are burgundy, not purple,’ she said. ‘Same thing, isn’t it?’ I took a deep breath and pushed my boxers. She reached over and started jacking me off while driving down the highway. We pulled into a bar and I told Chuck it was my turn so we swapped places the wife sittin in the truck titties all hanging out in frount of the bar while a few guys sitting on the frount deck smoking and stairing at the site of her. When I climbed back in the truck she was already jackin Chuck off. We finish the trek home playin suckin and jackin. We walked into the house the wife topples me holding her hand Chuck.