He watched the older woman squirm in her chair pressing her heated quim into the hard wood. He had been told by the younger woman that her name was Ra...nfall on a summer night and that she was married, widowed, and had two little ones at home.Sunset was thrusting her bottom up to his groin with shocking groans of pleasure as he explored her rectal passageway with infinite slowness. He savored her tightness and her copious squirts of female juices onto the mattress below. He knew he would have to. “No, you’re right, you’re as ugly as you were yesterday I’m sure,” he said. I looked him askance.“Well, nobody can accuse you of trying to make a body feel better,” I said.“No, no, you are absolutely right about that,” he said. “Your ex tells me you’re worried about me taking your place with the kids.”“Worried about it? More like resigned to it,” I said.“Hmm, you’d be wrong to be so,” he said, “because I am not. Do they call me dad? Yes, they do. Would they call you dad? Yes they would, of. He reached behind her and pulled her to him, so she did the same, then as they kissed she began rubbing the sponge around his back. Denise pushed Stan away and fell to her knees. ‘Not all of me is too sore, Stan!’ she told him, and reached for his cock. The water fell on the back of her head as she took him in her mouth, all of him. In his semi-flaccid state she found it easy, but Stan soon grew. She kissed the head of his penis, then took just the bulbous head in her lips and sucked, washing. Blearily she rubbed her tired eyes and tried to focus on her clock. It was just past 6:30 am and earlier than she normally woke up. A faint snoring reminded her of the events of the previous evening and she gingerly turned round. Rob was laid on his back, fast asleep with his arm thrown out to one side. He looked peaceful as she watched him, his eyelids flickering as he dreamt about things she could only imagine. All she wanted to do was to lie back down and stretch out next to him. But that.