The perfectly up-tilted breasts with their large aureoles, the thick nipples already hard and erect in anticipation of what was to come. She had an old-fashioned figure, a small waist, curvaceous full blown hips that she kept trim by studious diets and exercises. She had the figure of a woman 15 years younger and she was justly proud of it.

As she moved close to her husband, her gaze seemed to say, "I have a body made for loving… these breasts were made for sucking… these hips and thighs for touching… and this honey patch between my legs… for fucking!!"

She rose up like some pagan goddess over him, pulling the covers all the way back and revealing his naked torso. His abundant chest hairs once jet black, were now salt and pepper grey, just as his hair was silver tipped… but John Livingston had improved with age if anything, and Carrie marvelled at how handsome and strong he still was. Why couldn't she have just been satisfied with what she had??? How she had neglected John in the last few days since the family had arrived! Even though he hadn't seemed to mind, it was a terrible thing for her to have done, she thought… he had been only too happy to spend all that time with their daughter Tricia, even though she suspected that that was the primary reason he had set up this whole family reunion idea! And what a mess it had turned out to be… Nobody seemed to be getting along… and now with what she had done on the front porch with their son-in-law, she was sure that her son and daughter's families would be departing that very day… if they hadn't already left!

But now… if she could just feel John's wonderful big cock… just have him fucking her good… it seemed like she could make it all go away… everything could be different…! She straddled her rapidly awakening husband's legs, letting her huge, perfectly formed breasts softly cushion against his chest as she leaned forward over him.