Following up my first part from May 8th. After our first night filled with fabulous love and passion, it all felt like an unreal dream waking up. But it wasn't, Deb was still there, half asleep, Bettie by her feet. She had put on her nighty, but her 44DD boobs were clearly visible. I just had to reach out for them. I slight murmor from Ded, followed by a satisfying smile, no eyes open. So I carried on, then carefully lifted what I could of her nighty and started caressing her legs, all the way up - but no direct touching. Her sounds became a little louder, the smile still there, and we just lied like that for a long time. Then slowly we both wanted more. Her eyes wide open, the smile, this time giving away her desire and pure lust, and I dived between her boobs, put my hand on her clit, took it back to moist it, and then started massaging her lips, finally let a finger in, then two. Wow, that made her almost explosed, throwing her head back, and she had her first orgasm for the morning. Slowing down, and then she took hold of my now rock hard cock and guided it inside her warm sex - heavenly start for a morning. An hour or so later she cuddle my hair, still not wanting to let go of my now soft member, puts her mouth to my ear, licks it and wisper - coffe, please! Down we go, Bettie and I, she needing her morning pee in the garden, me making coffe for us, no clue about how she wants it. With coffes, morning paper and a happy Bettie I came back to the bedroom. Deb was sitting up, no nightie, her gorgeous boobs lying heavy on her belly, nipples still poking out, and there's no time for coffe - yet. It felt as I could suck her boobs and nipples for iternity, feeling her hand playing softly with my semi-hard cock. Can a long, late morning be better? A tiny breakfast, still another hour or so later, then walking Bettie along the lazy river floating by, with a smile to our bypassers saying -you don't know, but we do. Outdoor lunch, still by the river, delicious food, no wine, and then Deb says, very quiet, -let's go back for an early afternoon nap. She was 75, a beautiful woman, had been "out of" erotic life for a decade, and showed a huge desire. So home we went. Not much of a nap. Straight upstairs, where we couldn't get the clothes of each other fast enough - at start. But when Ded was in down to her undies, she stopped. What now? Then I realized; with her beautiful body (little overweight though, but that giving her the huge, wonderful boobs that I adored), her experience and desire, she was shy - of all things! So I slowed down, kissed her, carefully first, then when she fully responded, more eagerly, fondling all over, and her bra and panties came off. In the midle of the day I experienced the most wonderful sex, in my 60th year. After an eager forplay Deb was already gushing, and the moment I entered her she screamed out her first orgasm. And there were more to come, I actually lost count. After so much great sex in the evening, late night and morning, it took me long to finally cum - but then so hard I almost colapsed. But my appetite for her body was still there, so I continued massaging her boobs, carefully fingering her, kissing and cuddling. I've never responded much to a blowjob, so when Ded slided down and started sucking on my still limp member, I was about to tell her. But wonder of all wonders - she was so gentle, obviously knowing that I wasn't all ready, and instead started gently licking, teasing my scrotum, wanking slowly, and in minutes it little-by-little responded. What a fabulous feeling! The rest of the week then turned out to be one long love-session. At all times of the day, at night, when we woke up to go to the bathroom and couldn't restist coming back in bed. Yes, we needed breaks in between, if only because neither of us were used to all the exercise, and we were both soare, very soar... But then we looked for other ways to stimulate, so poor Bettie didn't get much walking, not we not much time to eat, but a lot of coffe. No wine, Ded didn't touch alcohol, and we had more than enough stimulous from elsewhere. But we did take time to make plans for the future. My wife obviously knew what went on, but insisted that if it did, she wouldn't want to know, and made it clear - no complains if whatever you do goes wrong! Deb was well off, and wanted to see the world again after many years of peace and quiet. So during our last lovemaking, before she took me to Heathrow and we were almost desperate to make the most of it, we still had time to plan our first trip - to Madeira. But that's another story worth telling, some other time...??