I never did expect anything to become of them. My wife and I have been married for almost twenty five years. Her mother is sixty three. Betty, (not he... real name) was an inch or two shorter than my wife and over the years has added a few pounds here and there. Sadly to say it wasn't in the breast department. Betty's breasts were almost half the size as my wife's breast and the extra pounds had settled on her hips and ass. Still, she was a pleasure to look at. Her jet black hair was showing more. I lost count to behonest of them and time. The sensations ceased to be particularlypleasurable but I enjoyed the knowledge of what was happening. Thedegradation seemed to be the turn on for me. Eventually my jaws achedtoo much and I made only my ass available. At least two further guysavailed themselves of the opportunity to bury their rods into myaccepting ass pussy. Others simply wanked over me shooting their spunkacross my body soaking my blouse. These included Mr Pemberton who wasevidently. I splurged since I didn't go out I saved my money to amass a substantial retirement fund and got myself a decent meal. It became a habit with me. Being the recluse that I am, I sit alone, out of the way of the casual drinker to enjoy my daily beer. There is just enough noise to keep me alert to the random laughing of the after work crowd, in for happy hour.The booth that I was in was facing the back of the bar, situated in an alcove, backed up to a row of booths facing the party crowd. It was. She sweetly obliged and went to retrieve her stash. I didn’t have to say anything, but just gave Tom a nod of approval and he gave me the high sign that we were good to go. We were settled on either end of the sofa when she returned with the smoke. She had no choice but to settle in between us. As we smoked, I started my advances on her, starting with a little kiss on her cheek, telling her how much I had enjoyed the evening. She leaned into me and away from Tom. I nibbled on her neck a.