Then she began to moan. “Yes, Yes, Oh Fuck, that’s so good. Oh Jack, oh Jack.YYYYYYeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.”...Deb wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me even deeper into her sex. She began to rub her clit on my tongue. Her legs covered my ears so all sound was muffled. I think I heard her giggle. I know I heard her shriek! In between these sounds she continued to moan, “Oh Jack, this is so fucking good. Don’t stop, oh don’t stop, don’t you dare. I took my time, letting us build together. She was growling and sweaty as her legs tightened when she orgasmed. I let myself join her. She locked her legs around me, not letting me escape as I softened in her with our juices oozing out of her around my cock.“That was beautiful,” Tink said with a sniffle. She was standing beside the bed watching us. How long she had been there, I did not know. I do know the coffee she brought was perfect drinking temperature.After a huge, hearty breakfast, Tink. He pulled his face away, it was covered in pussy juice and spit.“Please what!”“Please more! I want more!” He grinned and shoved to long fingers into her snatch.“You want this old man to fuck you? You want me to stick my old dirty cock into your tight young body and rut you like a pig.” His dirty words made her moan like crazy.“Please make me your bitch.” She pinched at her nipples, loving the roughness he was giving her,“Oh trust me. You are my bitch.” He placed his head back between her thighs. I told them that the advertising would be in the classifieds of local papers under the personal section as that was the main medium our age group looked for information and in some swinger’s web sites as a lot of single men looked for mature partners there. Then went on about the vetting and other items. With a broad agreement, they would prepare the questionnaire, me the advertising and them, the final personal vetting.I told them that to keep things simple; we would call the group “The Mature.