It's been a while since our last post. My Wife and I are in our 50's, and my 38GG busty wife, loves the attention of older gents. Recently we have seen Doug, and a couple of our older friends, and of course my wife is well serviced by Charles, who is her main "friend"....Last week, however, we were away, and this brings us into contact, with potential new friends, all eager to help my bountiful wife out of her large brassiere....We had bumped into an elderly chap outside a restaurant, and his eyes were glued to my wife's heaving bosom, as she bent down to adjust her shoe. He introduced himself, as Henry, and asked if we were new to the area. We explained that we were here for a few days, and just enjoying ourselves. Henry offered to buy us a drink, and seeing the glint in my wife's eye, as the old gent stared at her bosoms, how could I say no ?..Henry explained that he had been divorced for several years, and that he was 76. He was around 6 ft tall, quite slim, well dressed, and walked with a stick. He made sure he sat in full glaring distance of my wife's cleavage, which was heaving away, designed to tease him. After a couple of drinks, he asked if we would care to come back to his house, which as about 500 metres away. It was in the same direction as our hotel, so it was an easy yes. I always get a little excited when we get ourselves into this position, as I know my wife is raring to go, and this old gent was going to have a good time. Once in his house, my wife took her coat, and revealed her full curves to Henry. Her tight top, always low cut, was matched with a knee length skirt, which rode up over her knees when she sat down, giving her breasts, the impression of almost sitting on her thighs. Henry was amazed...he sat next to her, and started to talk about his love life, or lack of it, whilst leaning over her, almost dribbling on her plump cleavage. He smiled at me, almost asking if it was alright to touch, and I smiled back, watching him adjust his trousers. He rested his hand on her thiigh, and rubbed up and down as he continued to talk to her breasts. She leaned back, giving the old man, much more scope to see and play, which he did. He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts, rubbing his finger around her already plump nipple. She reached down, and pulled her bulging bosom out of her top and bra, allowing him to greedily suck her swollen nipple. Her hand was now rubbing the front of his stretched trousers, as her noisily suckled her. He stood up, and pulled his trousers and pants down revealing a good sized old soldier, which tried to stand to attention, but could only get half way. My wife pulled her pants off, and released her other breast, and now Henry was all over her. She played with him, as he squeezed and sucked, but within minutes, he was ready to finish, so lifting him between her breasts, pushed slowly against him, till he finished over her bountiful boobs...Although quite embarrassed, by his over eagerness, Henry thanked us for the evening, and said that he would love to meet up again, if we had time. On returning to the hotel, I barely gave my wife time to undress...and, with his smell on her boobs, I enjoyed her from every angle, especially behind, where the full weight of her bosoms, can be enjoyed.....We might go back to him, I thought, but then again, there's never a shortage of elderly men wanting to play with large dumplings, is there ?