I was even looking forward to that. I headed out to meet my girlfriend at the theatre, arriving and then waiting for her at the ticket counter when sh... called me on my cell phone. Her car had broken down on the way there, so she wasn't going to make it. I asked her if she needed a ride or anything, but she informed me her dad was already on his way. Slightly disappointed at not seeing the movie with her, I made the best of it, and decided to go home. With luck, I might even catch mom and my. " This'll be quieter, though, and it's not as though we're in hurry," she agreed, "not to mention sailing in the rain."So we grabbed a mooring at the Ferry, just too late for the café. That was fine; we had all we needed on board. I lit the stove, we read, listened to the radio, and heated some chicken stew; Grace having decided her tastes had in fact changed. A very domestic picture, snug as the rain pounded on the coach-roof and the temperature outside dropped with the passing of the weather. Getting on to the bed I positioned myself behind her and lined the tip of my cock with her small pink sphincter. I applied a drop of lube to her trembling rosebud and smeared some on my member. I pressed the tip against her hole and she let out a whimper of apprehension. I pressed and my cockhead flattened against her closed asshole and she let out a pained groan. Grasping her hips I pushed and gradually the bulbous tip began to force its way in her."Oh god, oh it hurts" she gasped as I slowly. Evelyn is now a good ten years older than when I last saw her and has had children but she was still as beautiful and sexy as ever. We all got chatting and decided to meet up that evening for a few drinks in a local bar to catch up on old times. Tracy, my wife, and I wandered back to our villa where I could not keep my hands off her and we made love on the floor of our room. Tracy commented that she thought the sight of Evelyn had made me feel randy and that she knew I had always wanted to bed.