We left, driving home my husband said that she was a good fuck. He said that her was pussy tighter than mine. I said that we should do that again as I...liked watching him fucking and pleasing other women. We did go back but this time we ran into an old 90 year old man, he was sitting there with a big tent in his pants. My husband said that now it was my turn. We went into his room and closed the door. He said I was pretty and that he was sorry for his boner. I pulled his shorts down and told him. There he grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him forward, making him fall on the soft mattress. Pinned down doggy style, he slapped each of his ass cheeks."Sexy ass," he said as he kissed Max's beautiful bubble butt. He licked in between the buns and slowly slurped his way down towards the middle. He spread apart Max's ass cheeks and looked at that sexy hole looking up at him, before plunging his tongue into it to make it wet. Max moaned in encouragement as he bit his lip at the. She stood there transfixed feasting her eyes on the sight of Glenda’s hairy mound. As our waitress stared, I put my hand on one of Glenda’s legs and started rubbing her thigh, all the while pulling them open ever so slightly to her admiring viewer and raising the hem a little higher. Soon Glenda was sitting there almost totally exposed to this woman, who kept acting as if nothing were happening, thereby not alerting Glenda to the compromised position she was now in. During one of the waitress’s. Redman, this is a lot to deal with, but your son is worth it.” I said. She kissed my cheeks and we both turned as Peter came bounding down the stairs. He looked really angry and had his cell phone in his hand. “Jessica! Come up here! Now!” he yelled from the kitchen. When she came upstairs she saw me and if looks could kill I would have been dead. She would have too because that's pretty much how I was looking at her. “Why the hell was my phone in your purse?” Peter demanded.“I didn't want you.