I'll call him James, he was in his 80's and his wife had died years before. It turned out that she had cheated on him years before and the daughter he...thought was his wasn't. It ended their sexual relationship but they lived together till her demise. I found out he was very Bi, having chatted to my son who it turns out is also and he and James would spend many a happy evening watching porn and pleasuring each other. I got to see him regularly as James lived much closer to my home than my sons. God she was wet, glistening lips greeted me, I ran my tongue up and down her labia, making them naturally part slightly, the moisture was flowing gently within seconds, she moaned quietly as I gently went to work. Her clit was rock hard, and very responsive, I strummed at it, alternating with wide firm licks, she held my head hard against her and came, violently, and extremely wetly! I lapped up as much as I could, but she soaked my face, her juices dripping off my chin. "good slut, finish the. Calling him crazy I again tried to get up. He grabbed it at the base and held it towards my face. It was semi-hard and as red as a stop sign. Believe it or not, the plan was to try to kiss it and he'd jump back and leave me alone. I leaned forward and to my surprise he pressed it against the side of my face. I could not believe this was happening. When he moved it to my lips a low moan came from his mouth. Our eyes met as he held his cock to my lips. Seeing the painful need in his. The weather turns cool, and I start a fire in the backyard. The splinter groups notice the fire and start to migrate to the yard emptying the house. Now the cliques have rejoined and more cross-talk, jokes, and getting close to warm up begins. My wife and the girls know that there is a fire in the backyard - it's a bonfire at least 6' high. They ignore it and continue whatever it is they are talking about. More beers, wine, and other shots flow, and still we are missing the 4 girls. In my mind.