Any of the many men I had sex with after I was widowed, including my second husband might have been fucking himself off inside me while my mind was el...ewhere, filled with the images of both boxers excited enough to join forces and fuck me senseless right there in the ring in front of the rowdy crowd without even bothering to remove their gloves.Soon it became too much trouble to even bother with a man and his cock. I came to prefer masturbation with nothing but the company of my imagination. My. .told her I could not help myself. I laid her face down on the bed and started rubbing, feet, legs, ass, back, arms, neck. Just all over a few nice licks around the back of her knees, ass, neck, she was starting to squirm a bit. I told her to roll over. Started at her shoulders rubbed everything but her nipples, and her pussy. As I got down to her feet and started back up I saw she was already rubbing herself through her pantues. So it was time, slide up and slid them down. Oh boy! She had. She then masturbated even harder, removed the dildo and was writhing around as she orgasmed , squirting a fountain of juice from her cunt and the guys cheering and clapping even louder. Sally then moved to the floor where as if by magic and rug had been placed, got on all fours with her bum high in the air, her wet cunt and arse on full display. Someone chucked several packets of condoms by her feet! The first guy stepped forward, got to his knees, dropped his trousers and put a condom on and. Every sense seemed supercharged: every touch electric, every glimpse beautiful, and every smell, taste and sound exquisite. Yet I still was oblivious to my surroundings, because the only thing that mattered was that the man I loved was part of me. Somehow I wound up on top, bouncing away as he ravished me, his hands and lips exploring everything they could touch. I felt him empty himself into my womb and a few seconds later felt myself succumb to crashing wave of orgasm. We lay there for a few.