Patrice rushes out of the room, both embarrassed at the situation.Patrice spends the rest of the day thinking of the image that she saw, staying quiet...horny for the day. That night as Patrice changed into her nightie she kept thinking of his young hard cock, sliding her panties off and imagining him seeing her lovely bald pussy. Patrice walks into the lounge, sitting on my lap as she has every night, kissing me passionately, sliding her tongue into my mouth, making me very aware that she is. She used one or all every time she crawled in my rack and who the hell was I to complain.It took only a week or two as I remember, [its been about 45 years since this happened], before not only was Flower in my bed at night but Sunny was curled up beside me. When Flower rode me or vice-versa, she encouraged Sunny to clean me off, thereby introducing her to blow jobs. Before long, Sunny was getting me hard for her mother to impale herself or pull me on top of her. Things really seemed to be. Her smell made me react in ways that the male always reacts to the scent of a woman. I actually sniffed her.“What are you doing,” she giggled.“Loving you, everything about you,” I said. My hand slid down the length of her arm. It brushed against the side of her left breast. I felt her shiver. She leaned against me and my thigh split her two legs apart; it rubbed up against the still hidden mound of her secret place.She encircled my neck and kissed me. Oh my, this was going to be good.I knew she. There was no need for him to provide foreplay for her pleasure. No, he simply inserted himself into her whenever he wanted, just like right now. He rammed her hard, slamming into her already sore and bruised pussy. She cried out in pain as the tears immediately came to her eyes. He persisted, but thankfully, didn’t fuck her quite as hard as he did at the club. Still, he rammed her over and over again until she thought she’d split at the seams. Tears were streaming down her face by the time he.