Mrs. Monica Coltraine was really something else. She and her husband had moved in down the block about a year or so ago. He traveled for some exercise...equipment company and was only home about every other weekend. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but one thing becomes evident very quickly about married spouses -- they are a lot like campfires: unless you tend them frequently, they go out. Now the word was that Mr. Coltraine was a straight arrow, but naive enough to think he could leave a good. Do you like girls ,she said , I mean do you date girls .I smiled and said yes .You know I am bit older than you.She said you look amazing .Ok do you have time to talk .she said yes.So we went for a drink and told her to tell me about her self .She said I been sleeping around lots of guys ,she said I love sex .Then she said I went online to try out girls.Since then I slept with few girl but I have not tried older women like you .You looks so Great I had to chat you up some how .I was taking a. She pulled out a pair of pantyhose and bra and said “do you know how to put these on?” Of course I did, but trying to acted innocent I said “no”. she fronded and laid them on the bed then she reached back behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was standing there in a sheer bra and panties I couldn’t believe my eyes, I could see everything , and said “now pay attention”, and showed my how to roll one leg of the pantyhose up and pull then on her leg, then the other,. ’ I picked her up and lowered her on my hard cock it sank right in with little resistance and I said, ‘Is this the toes you want to be standing on?’ I walked down the stairs her arms around my neck and her ass cheeks exposed bouncing on my cock. At the bottom she was panting and climaxed again. I held off and kept walking her around the kitchen I turned on a waltz on the recorder and dance around with her bouncing on my pole until we both came again I let her off and with week knees she went.