I never do - almost never - but here, now, writing this, I am exposing this side of myself.� I used to 'rub' - masturbate - ever such a lot.His hand slid from my waist to my pussy.It puddled around my hands and I walked out of it and towards the audience.He slapped her left ass cheek hard with the palm of his hand, making her yelp.So she isn’t a virgin any more.May asked me after walking for a bit, trying to create conversation.Those skin tight khakis show off his shapely legs.A rival Granny Sex designer for Edna Mode.It made me so hot with desire.It will be fixed no later than tonight.Betsy hurriedly crossed the circle to her side and whispered into her ear. She glanced back and I quickly ducked out of view. Was confused until I saw a hand appear on the same railing.Mary seemed to be smiling. And just stood still as the hand went to her breast and rubbed it, slipped into the open blouse and fondled her bare skin. Gawd, I was beside myself with excitement now. The old man was fondling my wife! But sheez it was so exciting! The stairs were old marble and echoed with footsteps floors below. I was now afraid my pounding heart would reverberate loudly and betray me. But my lust was so strong and I just helplessly watched. Even afraid to touch my cock for fear it would explode inside my pants!The old guy was two steps lower than Mary and now I could see him a bit more as he seemed to caress her softly. Mary just standing there to allow it. Then he moved closer, knelt on the stair and pulled her skirt higher until he pressed his mouth against her soft pussy. This was almost too much excitement for me as Mary just clung to the railing and actually helped him by holding up her skirt and opening Granny Sex her legs for him.