They would sway and jiggle slightly, and at times her large nipples would be visible in the cloth. The night shirts would drape over and hug her hips,...so when she bent over the material would snugly cling to her ample, but firm, ass.o0oAs I pictured her in my mind I felt a stirring in my groin. My cock was slowly beginning to harden. I ran my fingers along it's length, going over the material of my boxers, feeling it grow. Slowly I traced my fingers along the shaft and over the swelling head,. I guided him into me. Gary squatted down behind me. He lost his balance and fell over us. We laughed and Gary tried again. He placed a hand on my lower back hovering over me. Thom with his cock inside me waited as Gary pushed his cock hard up against me. He struggled to get it inside me. Gary rolled off the bed to get a cock ring. Thom took advantage to pump me from below and I pressed my body hard up against him. Gary came back with the ring on. He got up on my backside and pushed really hard. We don’t want to wait a week.” She grinned at me.“If Jam will bring me, I will be glad to do that. I will need to pack for the trip but that won’t take long. I’m not fussy about clothes.”“It doesn’t show, dear. You are gorgeous.”“Thank you. I stick to simple outfits and colors. It makes life easier.” She nodded.We went back to paying attention. After a good sermon, the service was over. We all stood. Missus Madison said, “I’ve asked Jar to come for supper. I know time will be tight but I want. "I'm Carlos Igwanda," he said. "And again I ask—"But he was cut off by a sudden outburst of laughter. "The hell you are!" exclaimed the old man.Taken aback, the younger one abruptly stopped speaking and simply stared."Boy, I knew Carlos and you sure aren't he," continued the old man. "He was black as the ace of spades, and besides he'd be older than I am. So who the hell—? My God," he suddenly dropped his voice to a mutter. "You're his kid, aren't you? No, his grandkid, Jesus, has time.