He said, “I m sure you r wearing undies, so you can remove the towel and get ready”. I was still shy as I know of my booby chest. Still, he insis...ed (maybe he wanna see me) so I somehow let go of my towel, thinking what the heck as I have to get ready quickly. As soon as I dropped towel he just stared at my body and boobs. I quickly grabbed my towel and said I told you I don’t have a body like urs. He said no no I m sorry. He just said that I got beautiful body too. I somehow felt shy and. To lose the love of your life to mental illness has to be the cruelest of all, there still alive and more than willing to use whatever means possible to make your life miserable. Like he always did, he picked himself up, dusted off and began anew. Dating in your 50’s is whole lot different than in your youth, especially in rural New England. He was 6′ 3′ pretty good shape and could still bang out a mile in less than 6 minutes and can turn a head or two despite the grey hair. Not being a player. She went to the bathroom, and when she returned I could tell her walk was already fucked. I got out to let her in the booth and as she passed by I put my hand up her skirt and squeezed her pussy. No blow back and I knew she was going to be all of our slut tonight. Each of the guys sat on either side of her, and She was nodding a bit, so I told her I wanted them to feel her legs, and to open up, and she did. They obviously started exploring her under the table because she lay her head back,. I remember calling Ron’s name. I remember his tongue, then fingers, then tongue again. And then a wonderful orgasm, deep and long, so deep and so long I think I passed out.As I finally began to wake up, Ron was at my pussy again with his tongue. He was very, very good. I felt the tip of his tongue stroke the tip of my clitoris. I felt his tongue rake me along the full length of my lips, and I felt it probe deep inside me. He sucked, he softly blew on my moist surfaces, then moistened them.