There were a lot of k**s in there and they waited until women began to come in, some to get dressed, some to change into their costumes. Joey was surp...ised at the differences in the women he saw. They were fat, thin, some had pubic hair, some were clean shaven. Then a woman aged about his Gran’s age began to undress. Joey became interested, he told himself it was merely to see if an old woman had pubic hair. The woman was completely bald and he didn’t know if it was because she removed it. She tried to whisper something but I couldn’t make it out because the washing machine was going. In one fluid motion she hopped up on the washing machine and pulled her black thong out from under her. I just looked at her in all her beauty. I motioned down towards her juicy pussy but she didn’t want that. She instead undid my belt, pulled my pants and underwear down and felt my hard dick. I consider myself average, 7.5 inches, but my dick looked even bigger in her hands. She began stroking it. Don picked his naked bride up, cradling her in his arms. As he moved up the stairs, he turned his head back to us. ?If you’ll pardon us, we have some unfinished business. If you do, too, I suggest you use the guest room next to the kitchen.? Then they were gone.I rose and led Marge into the guest room, where we spent the next hour tearing off the best sex we’d had in a couple of years.Chapter 3I suppose it was only human nature that eventually meant we two couples would begin to experiment. But instead, the heat rising within me was born of anger. I am angry with myself and with her. Yes, we had appreciated what we had then, but not enough. As was typical of the young and stupid, we simply lived in the moment and never realized that life wasn’t always going to be that good or that simple, that time marches on, and that the only thing constant in our lives would be change. We had mistakenly believed that slow dances, cold beer, and hot sex on a summer night could sustain us.