Alan was a little surprised that although her plain white underwear wasn't as brief as her granddaughter's, the bra showed quite a lot of her cleavage...and the knickers sat quite low on her hips: but then Ellen had never conformed to most peoples expectation of 'the older woman'; she had been a young woman during the sixties social revolution and had obviously carried those liberal values through the successive decades to her senior years.Ken had now been diligently moisturising for several. I obeyed as ordered. I sat her down on the small seat in the shower and kneeled in front of her, She opened up her legs and I lined up our sexes. I took the head of my cock and ran it up and down her slit. I looked down, and so did she. “What....what happened to the hair?” she managed to get out in between gasps. I had forgotten that I shaved my ball fro a few days prior. “I shaved it off.” I said. “so I could be like you.”“I always have because I don’t like how it gets caught in my zipper.”. His friend lay quietly beside them, lovingly moving his hands through my wife’s hair, kissing her cheeks and whispering sexy encouragement into her ears. When she began to orgasm, she lost track of who was kissing her as both men took turns on her mouth.Rajesh and my wife fucked thoroughly enjoying each other’s body in front of me. Amar, who was lying by her side, had his hands moving all over her breast. I watched quietly, sitting on a chair and taking video shots now and then. But Amar was. I nodded.Rona had apparently not only made old Howie baby a historic artifact; she quit her job at the lab to avoid even the appearance of impropriety. She was able to get another anyway at almost the same pay if with a lot less seniority.Things went along fine for the next several months and yes I did get her butt, and that regularly. I loved licking her there in preparation to entering her. She seemed to get off on it too. Times were good. Too good to last as it turned out. It was the day.