As Art pushed his best friend/ husband onto the bed, Jon's Dad grabbed the smaller woman and rolled over on top of him.
Art spread his smooth legs and said, "Fine, pal, but next time, I'm on top!"
"Come on, dude! You've been on top for the past five or six times! Who's wearing the pants around here anyway? Wait a minute...don't answer that!" Jon's Dad laughed.
As he felt his husband's member penetrate his warm and slick pussy, Art grunted in a satisfied way.
"This reminds me of our first date," he said dreamily, as he closed his eyes and savored the slow, rhythmic in and out motion. "On the hunting trip...in the cabin."
"Yeah, I remember it well," Jon's Dad said, as he continued to slowly thrust. "Of course back then I could go a lot faster...I'm getting old."
"You were much faster when we first met...that's the damn truth," Art said. "But, this still feels mighty good."
They continued to reminisce about their courting days while the humping continued.
