They are a close secluded family, and don’t have much to do with the other villagers beyond their chosen careers.This morning though, is a Saturday,...sunny outside and Nancy made some porridge, three bowls. Salty for Geoff, Sweet for Nancy, not too salty nor not too sweet for Peter, who really should make his own porridge, at his age. Peter was busy tossing his long cock over his favourite porno mag, when Nancy went upstairs to call him for breakfast. Nancy didn’t knock and walked straight. He gave me the impression that he was flirting with me and I could feel my cock was starting to get hard. We were now nearly home and walking through a woodland as a shortcut to our neighbourhood; the weather was freezing. Adam kept asking me personal questions such as if I was seeing anyone, which I found a bit strange for a guy to ask another guy. He then asked me whether I was a virgin or not? And by the awkward expression on my face he could tell that I was. He said 'do you wanna do. I've come to terms with what's happened and I'm dealing with it. At some point in the not too distant future, I'll be back on track with my sons in college and my ex-wife having to live on whatever she and her paramour can afford. Life does go on," he smiled."What's a paramour?" she asked."That's an old fashioned name for boyfriend. In this case, my ex-wife is living in what used to be our house. Her boyfriend is living in a rather ordinary apartment since his wife kicked him out. My ex can't. She did, leaning towards me we kissed sensually, tongues fencing with passion as her hand stoked higher up my thigh, exciting me.We came up for air panting from our kiss both smiling, her fingers found my panties and stroked my damp gusset which she found amusing and it exciting her. My hand went to her leg and quickly up to the joint of her legs to my find to my delight and surprise her wet panty less pussy, I rubbed her firmly, which made her gasp, I kissed her willing lips, eliciting a deep.