Su had six pictures of my Prince. Su said, “I have another three texts. Jill who is fifty and married to a man of seventy-five with has dementia wro...e, “Dear Su so happy to hear that for you and hope it works out. Want to join his coffee morning. The sooner the better. I will help him all I can and would love to meet him soon. Have you any cock pictures yet? Lets meet soon, Jill.” Jean and Beth who were both widows texts were similar wishing her well and saying they would help but looking for. Jack came into the kitchen. "Anything I can do?" How do you feel about grating some orange peel?" Fine. Just tell me what you want."I got him set up with the oranges, a knife and a grater and swung Laurie's chair around so it was in front of the stove."First thing we need is four of these filled with orange juice. Let me do the first one to show you."I put the cup on the counter, then lifted the orange juice carton with both hands. When it was just about full, I put the carton down, picked up. Gently, so gently that sometimes I was hardly aware of it, he stroked my feet, my legs, my knees. My knees! I never knew knees were so sexy but his light touches and soft damp kisses said "your knees are the sexiest thing I know, until I know you better". Then, as his hand travelled up my leg, as my blood began to boil inside me, his lips touched my forehead, then each eyelid in turn. A soft breath in my ear, a tongue tracing my earlobe. He must have known that by now I would have been. I opened my mouth and slip his cock deep in to mouth and started to suck. I heard the other guy unzip and he moved around to behind me and started to run his fingers around my already lubed hole. A gasped as he slowly forced his huge cock deep inside me. He started gently thrusting in and out before building up to a rougher harder pace. My sissy hole and never been stretched so wide and I had to admit to myself how much I enjoyed having a cock in each hole and my own cock started to harden. .