"I bet you're a bigger boy now," she giggled, "with hairy legsand things." I could feel myself blushing at this intimate turn in theconversation. "I h...pe we can keep in contact now we've met up again. Wecould play dressing up again if you'd like," she went on. "But I'd liketo see you again anyway." She got up from the settee and went across to acupboard. She reached out a package and handed it to me. "It's depilatorycream," she said. "Bring it back tomorrow morning about 11.30. If you'veused. It went on and on, and we ended up with the topic of him finding a girl. He explained to me that none of the girls that he dated after his wife’s demise were hot, and he couldn’t get a full erection when having sex. He doesn’t get pleasurable sex like he used to. I felt bad for him. Then my wife came home and unlocked the door and went to the bedroom. She came back to the living room wearing her suits because she just came straight from a meeting then sent the k**s come. We watched the football. "JOHNNNNYYY! OH JOHNNY!" she screamed as her orgasm slammed into her like a Mack truck. And holding each other, we both fell over the cliff into the sweet abyss of our mutual orgasm.I don't remember too much about our orgasm except that I was thankful we were laying in a big bed together. The next thing I can recall clearly is us laying there next to one another both panting like a couple of dogs on a hot summer day. Somewhere in our bliss, she rolled off me and I was laying on my back with my. .." he groaned.A few strokes later, Dylan's balls twitched and hot spurts of cum shot out of his cock landing on his chest."Oh, fuck...," gasped the white boy.Myrna felt a glow of pride that she was able to get Dylan off so fast. She kept stroking his dick until the flow of semen stopped."Did I do it right?" she smiled."Yeah, you sure did. Sorry I couldn't hold it longer..." You musta really liked it." It was incredible. It's totally different 'n doin' it myself."Picking up the shirt she'd been.