His doctor had warned him about taking unnecessary risks. But what was the risk in reliving happier times."The next station will be Farville," a femal... voice came over the loudspeaker. Harry gazed at the passing range of back gardens, some immaculately tended, others a jungle of undergrowth. Farville was not one of the trigger stations for him, but he remembered how this current stretch had just been fields over sixty years ago.Harry was almost ready for the next announcement, "The next station. ” As they lay on the bed, Fran played with JD’s cock and it didn’t take too long for him to rise to the occasion, once again. JD continued to lie on his back and picked Fran up under the arms and sat her on top of his upper legs. “I am going to sit you on top of my cock sweetheart, that way you can lower yourself down onto it and fuck me as slowly or fast as you want. This is your night and I want you to enjoy it as much as I am.” “Okay Daddy. Anyway you want is alright with me.” So Fran sat. You came so hard again and again until you could take no more. Then pushing me away, onto my back, you half covered me, and began smothering my face with kisses, trying to lick me clean of your wonderful dripping cunt juices. Climbing over me, you placed your knees either side of my head, half sitting on my upper chest. You spoke for the first time this morning, “So that’s what you want is it?” Moving forward, you queened me, covering my mouth with your succulent centre. I struggled to breathe,. She was, of course, concerned at first but when it was explained to her that it was mine, she was delighted. By then she knew my feelings.We arranged a simple wedding with Toby as a witness. Our living arrangement was working out well so there was no reason to change it. For all practical purposes, Toby was a second husband. We all knew that was perfect for our horny little hottie. We still shared a bed. Sex happened when and where it happened. Oftentimes not in the bed. For example, when Toby.