She told me she hadn’t had any c***dren because God hadn’t blessed them. As we chatted away I found her to be quite religious and her husband was ... tyrant, made her feel useless etc. Somehow I steered the conversation round to sex and she said “John hasn’t shown any interest for years” she looked glum as she said it.“That’s a shame” I replied as I looked at her she wasn’t too bad looking for her age, “Do you know how old I am” she said “No” “Well I’m 72” “Well you don’t look it” I replied, she. Once again, I used flash. You could tell my cock was pretty wet, but she would just assume I had been using spit for lube to jack off, which was fine. I took the photo and showed Madison for approval. “Looks good to me,” Madison nodded. “Looks like a cock I’d really enjoy playing with.”“Well, you’re in luck,” I said. Madison giggled and knelt back down. She started sucking the head of my cock briefly before slowly taking all of me into her mouth, holding me in her throat long enough for me to. The way she moved only strengthened the image.The sound of the screen door sliding back distracted me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Rory step out. Barefoot, wearing a thin cotton pajama top and loose pajama shorts, she walked over, sat in the wrought iron chair next to me, and propped her feet up on another chair without saying a word, her bronzed legs bare.Silence.I waited.“Sorry,” she finally said.“For what?”“For being a party pooper.”“They couldn’t tell,” I assured her.She turned to. “Oh fuck, John… it’s so fucking big,” squeals my wife, thrashing her head from side to side, as he slowly pushes his large cock all the way into her tight pussy. John starts slowly fucking her, stretching my wife to her limits, letting her get comfortable with his big cock, before he begins thrusting his monster into her hard. “Uhhggg, Ugghhh, Ughh, ahhhhh,” is all I can hear coming from Jacqueline, as he relentlessly plunges himself into her. I have to slow down pulling my own cock, because.