“Of course,” I replied civilly, “it’s a free country, Mrs Evans.”“I’m Connie, Dan, please?”“Sure, Connie, please forgive an irascibl... old man.”“A gentleman, Dan, not yet that old,” she smiled beautifully. She always was beautiful, I remembered.Connie sat next to me, depositing her bags on the floor by her legs, which still looked good, I noticed. “We were best friends once, a long time ago ... And, like you, I miss your Mary.”I started at the mention of my late wife. Even after five years the. Taking a bit more lotion in my hands I let in ooze down between her cheeks letting in glisten all over her ass and pussy. Then as I let her cheeks come back together I moved my hands up to the small of her back again. In order to do this I had to shift my position up towards her butt. This put my cock right across the crack of her well oiled ass. At first I didn’t do any moving around and just let it lay there feeling the nice crevice of her ass as I massaged her back. As I rubbed her back I. The bottom one had some folders and documents, which looked like bills.Excitedly, I bounced along the bed and to the inbuilt wardrobes, which took up the entire wall opposite, with the central section taken up by three large drawers and a mounted TV above. I thought, what was the point of a TV in this bedroom. Sharing a bed with that sexy beast of an auntie, I would never be watching TV; I would be devouring her heavenly body.Two of the large four wardrobes had full-length mirrors opposite the. She tasted so good and I wondered if Michelle was going to kiss me when I was finished. Patricia had her eyes closed and began to roll her hips and moan softly. Suddenly she took a deep breath and held it as her body shook. My mouth was again flooded with her juices as she came.As her orgasm subsided, I moved toward Michelle who was looking at me with lust in her eyes. I kissed her and her tongue ran softly over my lips tasting Patricia. She then put her hand behind my head and pulled me into.