Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore.At sixty-two years old I needed sex like I always have and Mrs. Turner was a means to an end.Mrs. Tur...er came by right on time every morning come rain or shine. Jill would say hi to her as she went to my backdoor. I thought that it was cute that Jill would see Mrs. Turner enter my house, stay for a couple of hours, and then leave…day after day…week after week…and she never said a word to anyone about it.One day I overheard Mrs. Turner thanking. She pulled me up, and we started kissing some more. This was even hotter than down in front of the TV. I felt her hand grip me hard. "Ooooh, Marty ... you are so big!" Will you let me fill you with it please?" I have such a good boy. We have all week Martin, go ahead and fuck me!"I took her at her word and shoved myself deeply inside her. I didn't hit bottom, so this would be very satisfying for both of us. Only the third woman I have been inside, but clearly, the best of the bunch.I just. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting my top, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples, then my legs were wrapped around him. I lost all thought it seemed like a dream this kind of stuff doesn’t happen …well apparently it does, as he was kissing me he asked if I had anything protection. Hey did I not get a say? Isn’t he taking allot for granted? While thinking that his hand was busy travelling from my ribs to my pants then I couldn’t think anymore. Or so. Now, I suggested that we did a round robin for mutual benefit, repeating this on sir and Anna. They enjoyed it to the core and felt thrilled at my excellent idea. Half an hour of nipple pinching, pulling & tweaking, chewing and sucking made us fly high and high. In the meanwhile, all the three cocks, with glistening precum, were vibrating, balls moving fast in expectation and demanding attention indicating the lust and desires filling our minds. As all of us were scaling the summit of.