Linda said to stop, and I asked if she was really refusing another orgasm. Linda siad she felt like a slut with me watching her and fingering her puss.... I told her that it didn't matter, she was my slut and she deserved to have another orgasm. I continued to finger her juicy pussy until Lindas orgasm pushed my fingers out. Linda asked if I wanted to cum on her, she was too tired to help me. So I masturbated over her soaking wet pussy adding my cum to her own juices.We joked with each other. My wife sat in the sofa, and he had placed him self on the floor, and had a great view up under her t-shirt dress. Fortunately she was wearing her panties, but she wasn't wearing bra, and her nipples was almost pushed through the thin fabric. So I sat down next to her, ad put my arm around her, and Peter was trying not to look up her dress, but failed, which was obviously when he got up to use the bathroom and trying to hide his hard-on.He really took his time in the bathroom, it took almost 10. He himself went downhill after that. A month later we had to put him in a nursing home. He didn’t care anymore. The doctor said he was older and his body just wasn’t what it used to be. We knew the truth. He was dying of a broken and lonely heart. He missed Mom. We’ve always felt that after one died the other wouldn’t be far behind. We brought Dad home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. He had me go over his will with him. He wanted everyone to get something after he died. We kept telling him not. Mom ab sirf kacchi mein thi…… uske badan par koi bhi baal nahin tha……aur bade bade mummae aam ke jaise latkane lage…….fir kamal ne bhi apne kapde utaar diye….mom : yeh lun itna bada kaise ho gayakamal : 3 saal se teri chidiya ( sparrow/ choot) maar raha hoon gun to badi hogi namom ne kacchi neeche ki aur boli yeh chidya nazaar aati haiKamal : sali teri chidiya to jaango ke beech chuppi huee hai aur yeh kaya iska ghosla (nest) saaf nahin hai, kyon pati ne choot nhain maari kya bhut time semom :.