1. Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    &#034Oh.&#034 &#034You want to come in with me and watch?&#034 I blinked. Was she offering what I think she was? &#034Ah, yes, can I?&#034 &#034Yeah, if it's okay with them.&#034 Yikes! Them? &#034Come on.&#034 We walked past a few closed doors and a few open ones until we got to a room further down the hallway. I don't know how she knew which door to go into but she walked right in. I was glad to see there were only two people in the room and that they were dressed. The woman was Brenda-Lynn, a woman about fifty-five. The man's name I couldn't remember. He was a little overweight with a balding head. The room was done in subtle middle-eastern sultan. &#034Is it okay if Marcy watches?&#034 &#034Just for a little while,&#034 I said. &#034It's for work.&#034 &#034Sure,&#034 they both said. Oh God. Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod. Did I say, Oh God? Yikes-eez. Linda sat down on the long pillowed bench next to...what was his name? Barry? And put her hand on his chest. She curled up next to him. I watched as Linda casually toed off her shoes and tucked her legs up under her. She put her face near Barry's, and asked him, in a very low voice, how his day was. Brenda-Lynn mimicked her position, and Barry somehow paid equal attention to both of them. Brenda-Lynn started feeding Barry slices of apples, and small pieces of cheese, and g****s, from a fancy plate on an ottoman in front of them. She leaned over him to feed a piece to Linda, and they all laughed at something Barry said. What I saw ...
    shocked me more than the idea of me working in a sex club. It was an open intimacy I just didn't think existed anymore between old people. They loved each other. I mean, I guess I knew this existed, but seeing it, really seeing it was so...mind blowing. And hot. Fuck, really hot. They were murmuring, their voices getting lower. I was across the room, so I couldn't really hear what they were saying, but I had a feeling that they talk had turned from work to things a little more...sensual. Maybe part of the reason I couldn't hear them well was that I was concentrating more on their body language. The way Linda's hand's rested so comfortably on Barry's chest. How he had his arms around both of them. Brenda-Lynn's gaze. Linda's lips, so close to Barry's cheek. Fuck. I spaced out for a second thinking about it. Linda could be herself. I guess everyone could be himself or herself. Brenda-Lynn was on her knees, kissing the top of Barry's head. Barry had his shirt wide open. He had more of a belly than I thought, and his chest and belly were covered with dark hair. Linda was petting his chest and kissing his neck. He looked like he was in heaven and then some. Part of me felt like I should be disgusted, but there was something really beautiful about it. It reminded me of Heather and Evan. They weren't just intimate and sex buddies and lovers. They were friends. Linda put her hand over Barry's crotch and rubbed, and he moaned. After a minute she opened his fly and took his cock out. I ...
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