.It was almost dark in the apartment and all I said is "is Riley here" her husband's name, just to be safe.She called me to the living room and there ...he was on the sofa covered with a light blanket. The lights were dim and she laid there propped on a pillow and smiled at me to come closer. I sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back like I had never been kissed before and in one motion threw the blanket off of her body, she was totally naked. I remember her. "I am used to the way Dad used to cook it. But this was very good, too," Jennifer said, trying to be polite. Her eyes were moist."Thank you so much for doing this. It reminds me of my childhood," said the thirteen-year-old with the gravity of a retiree. Frank had no wish to chuckle, seeing Jennifer's emotional state."I am sad remembering the holiday meals with Daddy, but it would have been much worse not to remember. Thank you," she said again, and even included Frank with a glance.Well, Frank. Rachna was married for more than 25 years and had two teenage sons, both studying in college. Her sex life was never good. When she was newly married, her husband used to fuck her once or twice a week which gradually declined over the years.After her sons were born, her husband became less and less interested in having sex with her. Rachna was a hot woman and could easily seduce any man to fuck her. But she was an innocent and faithful wife. Even after her bad sex life with her husband, she. I combed my fingers through his short hair, messing up his perfect styling, and then brought his lips to mine. I used every device I could, rippling my inner muscles, dazzling his tongue with mine, riding his cock from top to bottom. When he needed more, I pushed him onto his back and rode him, letting him watch my breasts fly. My hand reached back to caress his balls as I sped to a gallop and felt my pleasure mounting. Leaning forward, I got the contact to send me over and shoved my finger.