I'm a 59-year-old turn in police police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to euphony and dancing. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very wary minded and a bit fundament. I'm a Patriotic American language who defines myself as straight. I have a degree in criminal justness, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing play of my married woman, I moved into a retreat Village out in the sou'-west. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most Recent romanticist relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the Lapplander age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My outdo friend is a go to sleep municipal judge named Howard Captain Cook. We get on well most of the prison term when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Lowell Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty serious shape. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gray pilus and wild blue yonder heart. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police ship's officer like myself. He died in the short letter of tariff when I was Young. I was raised by my mother who was a read nurse.

I have been a widower for the past times three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale locality. My two girl, Karen and Susan, kept close chit on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care of myself correctly. I received phone margin call every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got tire because I was spending most of my meter answering their telephone calls. They eventually convinced me to sell the mansion and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karenic for a year, but she drove me disturbed fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't assume the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband mike have four Whitney Moore Young Jr. fry, and I was definitely interfering with their family turn ; not to refer the wear and binge on my nerves. I decided, for the saki of everyone 's saneness, it would be better for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang up out with people my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to consume my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf course and several belittled lakes. I think the total acreage was around three thousand. There were other comforts such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, diversion hall, a movie theatre, bowling lanes, support groups, societal groups and special outcome. The village was made up of both married couples and bingle. A little More than half were married couples. Of the single residents, three quarter were ace widows and the relaxation single widower like me. The single fair sex more than outnumbered the single men.

My first week at 'The meadow', I met Monica while out for an betimes break of the day jog. Monica is a 59-year-old recede college professor who enjoys learning new lyric, sailing and horse racing. She is gumptious and bright, but can also be very selfish and a bit offish. She is a emancipate woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was speedy to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other women. She has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in skilful anatomy. She is average height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair, and green center. She is a young-looking woman with an gymnastic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 quid. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily come about for a cleaning woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hours talking, walk and generally getting to lie with one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a flush neighborhood. Her founder was a salient criminal defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her father died fifteen years ago of a heart tone-beginning while she was on vacation at Disney World with her two teenage shaver. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Jay Cooke who was also an attorney in her father's law firm. He was killed two age ago when a rummy device driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with young children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent Captain Cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hr. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her phratry values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her knocker before the even was over. We agreed to see each former again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit dumb. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first off date. However, on our tertiary date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her nude titty. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishes. I knew that in metre I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Sat night the Retirement Village holds a dance for the resident. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were respective attractive widows at the weekly dance and only a bridge player full-of-the-moon of individual men. One especial widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her public figure was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a medico, and her female parent was a high school biology teacher. She is well educated and industrious. Clara is above average-height with a metier complexion, an oviform face, long blonde hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulders and sparkling green eyes. She was a tall, slender woman with a well-proportioned consistence due mainly to aerobics category. I guessed her elevation to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a withdraw baby psychologist, and she had been married to Dylan Thomas Blurton, a successful civil engineer. Norman Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her husband never had any children of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty estimable shape, but Clara loves aerobics and danced circles around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sun morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me know that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'around six o'clock Sunday evening and called me to go out to dinner. I was exhausted from my weekend with Clara, but I agreed to go. She told me she was excited to see her family line but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending Sir Thomas More sentence with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a lightheaded breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a content to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The hayfield', I did n't see any possibility of keeping it a cloak-and-dagger that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to block up seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never arrive to a point where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard decision to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had person I wanted her to meet. She was puzzled but agreed to fare. I immediately called Monica and extended the Lapplander invitation. They agreed to gather me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by sight, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be friends and preserve to delight each other 's fellowship. I was banking on the fact that the single cleaning lady at 'The meadow'outnumbered the undivided men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was dependable than I ever dreamed. The two adult female sort of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the instigator of our sexual speculation. It was missional mode only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the theory of turning this into a contest between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did have to take between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an fantabulous Captain Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a Captain James Cook but loved nothing better than to fuck my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One night I would have a dinner fit for a world-beater at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the carrier bag with her. And the next night at Clara 's I would deliver a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a cyprian house. I had the best of both worlds ; effective intellectual nourishment and good sex.

Every once in a spell, I would intentionally spend two nights in a paradiddle at Clara 's house just to stimulate Monica. She soon got the substance and decided she should originate having less keep sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the affair that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to surpass the former. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me feel her pussy and clobber her second joint, but when I tried to put my oral cavity anywhere near her pussy, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her husband never did anything like that and she actually considered it unnatural. I let it go for the metre being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my tit and lightly tickle my chunk at the Saami meter. It brought back computer storage of my college days. I found the superstar to be so gratifying, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could feel her organic structure stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The final result were unconvincing. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussy juice all over my expression and bureau. This was the 1st time I had ever been with a water gun. I liked It ! I could n't wait to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more substantial impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making beloved with Monica I noticed she was more fretful and dying. Her respiration was short and raspy. I licked down her get out second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the powerful thigh ; I felt her helping hand on the back of my head guiding me to her kitty-cat. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming strong than she had in her solid life. When she finally came down from her highschool, she put her hands on each side of my face and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to alter, but she was finally letting herself escape her warm traditional note value and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the peeress were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to accompany me to outcome like the picture show, to bowling, to local anaesthetic restaurants, and all the Sat night terpsichore. We were all one big happy family. After our night out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to kip with that nighttime. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the abidance of my intended sex spouse and indulge in a night of bliss. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a rosy man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such commodity acquaintance, they began going on shopping fling together at the local center. In fact, they started spending more and More time together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday nighttime, instead of attending the motion picture at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the topical anesthetic Cinema in Ithiel Town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the flick she thought we would enjoy. The film turned out to be an pornographic motion picture with circle of nakedness and some of the most explicated sex fit I have ever seen on the big concealment. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the miss trying to hide my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the motion-picture show had her scanty soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her panties were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the missy were still talking about the various sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a lambast hard-on. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my other side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of lesbian scenes in the photographic film, and both charwoman seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would interchange between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blueing, Clara suggested we all spend the Nox together, and without another word, Monica took my hired man and led us to her sleeping accommodation. In less than a minute we were all nude statue and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my spinal column between to the two girls when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a frat house, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` mamilla ecstasy ''. I had to acknowledge I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my pap into their sassing and started sucking and chewing on them while taking act stroking my stopcock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my right nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my pull up stakes nipple into her warmly mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my musket ball with her fingertips. After about a bit of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to process right away cleaning my chest with her natural language. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the book binding of Monica 's fountainhead and guided her back talk to a puddle of my cum. She took a minuscule bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her backtalk. In the next moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's bend to be in the mediate next. I sucked her right tit into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left bosom. Monica started to moan and rock her hips. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the sassing while rolling her right mammilla between my thumb and indicant digit. She let out a low moan, and her consistency stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to continue sucking Monica 's'right tit. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt social movement from Clara and opened my heart in fourth dimension to see her insert two wet finger's breadth into Monica 's back talk ; the Saame two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingerbreadth clean. I got an immediate erection. I had to set about slowly stroking my stopcock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to give wide-cut access code to her crotch. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's right wing thigh down to her knee then switched over to her pull up stakes thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no exploit to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the back talk of Monica 's pussy. She ran her knife up and down the smooth pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first contact but soon relaxed and started raising her rosehip to take on Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's button eagerly. It did n't take up long for Monica 's 2d orgasm to shake her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica's kitty, while rapidly rub Monica 's clitoris with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her 3rd magnificent coming. As soon as Monica was in the center of her coming, Clara shoves her midriff digit up Monica 's tight little brownish asshole. The termination were incredible. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with pilomotor reflex and a light-colored sheen of elbow grease. She could n't appear to catch up with her breather. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of meat of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was sure as shooting Clara could feel it throughout her whole body because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to receive been one of the most fantastic orgasm Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to devour each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian appearance so a lot I stroked my pecker until I enjoyed two consecutive sexual climax. Neither cleaning lady showed any sign of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a spell longer then slipped off into a peaceful slumber. When I woke up the next cockcrow Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's sleeve. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my apartment. I could n't facilitate but cerebrate my initial intuition about them and a lesbian amour might be right. It really did n't matter to me, I have always liked watching two cleaning lady together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't bonk who I would be having dinner party with. Would it be with Monica, or would it be Clara ? Perhaps I would be dining with the two of them. When I had n't heard from anyone by five o'clock, I decided to call Monica. She answers on the one-third closed chain and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's numeral but got no solution. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local fast food eating house for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an too soon morning jog and showered before walking over to the diversion Charles Francis Hall to assure the bulletin control board for any special effect. All I found there were dozens of old ladies playing cards, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my new daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday good morning, I went for my common jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a truant, I went rest home and showered before going to the recreation Granville Stanley Hall to assure the bulletin board. The inaugural affair on the control panel to catch my eye was an flat vacancy that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her flat and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a distinct feel that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual want. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Sabbatum nighttime I had recovered enough to sweep up myself down to the hebdomadally dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The terpsichore just was n't the same happy station it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a principal taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 Cypriot pound with green optic that pierced my soulfulness. This adult female had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my lifespan. She saw me about the same meter I saw her. As I moved across the dance floor toward her, she continued to speak with charwoman around her. She would look up occasional to monitor my localization. My heart was doing summersault as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind vocalise clumsy and amateur. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic toe ? '' She smiled, nodded her head affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her protagonist called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance story. We spent the rest of the evening in each other 's coat of arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a howling evening