Humping now, faster and faster, with short intense rams into that sweet lady's pussy, spewing my seed into her. Fuck, it was good fucking, as I let ou... a howl and jammed it one last time. And held it there. After a few seconds I slowly pulled myself out of her juicy kitty. She was lying back completely spent it seemed. Then she slowly bent upward, placing her arm across her tits and a hand over her slit. She rolled over to one side and looked over her shoulder at me. "Well, you had your way. Be honest, can you truthfully say that the things you remember from twenty years ago really happened the way you remember them?Some of the memories from my youth feel as if they are in black and white, like some Saturday afternoon matinee from the 50s on an obscure satellite channel. While others are in vibrant colour and full 3D.And yet, it’s those full-colour blockbuster memories that I’m sure are the ones most affected by time. Those are the ones that time has rewritten making them seem more. Her girls mimicked her wave, shaking their firmer, pert tits and dark pubes. Even from twenty feet away, the guys' generous dicks were obviously at half-mast while dad's flaccid dick swung low."Hi, dickhead! Jealous much? You know we delay denuding until noon. Why don't you all join us after that?" All seven, especially the males, took lingering notice of the only bare ass and pussy exposed - my wife. They resumed their walk with a wave, but without committing to a later visit. I turned to my. We’d mentioned getting together on Saturday afternoon for lunch. I made a few sandwiches and pasta salad, grabbed a bottle of wine and decided to walk over to his house and surprise him. ‘Hi’ He muttered after opening the front door. His hair was a bit disheveled and he was still in his pajamas. I looked down at my watch, it was almost noon. I assumed maybe he’d forgot our plans. ‘Are you ready for lunch?’ I asked, smiling. Knowing his answer, since we weren’t going anywhere with his state of.