I finally got the courage to go even further. I placed one hand on the crotch of her pants and was amazed that I could feel her wetness through her pa...ts. I rubbed her that way for less than a minute when she moaned loudly and came in her pants. I was so turned on by this. I had a squirter on my hands. I took my hand and slid it under her waistband and plunged a finger deep into her soaking pussy. She had another orgasm almost immediately. By this time, I was as hard as rebar and asked if she. I got up and spread the towel where I’d be doing my business for her. She re-settled herself in the rocking chair — feet tucked under — watching me expectantly. My nervousness was taking its toll. Whatever incipient erection I had had earlier, was gone.“Well, you gonna get undressed?”I hesitated.She added, “Nervous?”I lied, “No!”Susan looked hard at me. “Look. Why not be honest? It’s a whole lot easier.” she paused, “I know you’re nervous. I get it. If you really don’t wanna do it, we can go. This really long story will be broken up into shorter chapters. This is chapter 1.When I deflowered Jayne she was the oldest virgin I have ever fucked. When I took her virginity she was 85 years old.As mentioned in the previous story about Emily and I, Jayne is an 85 year old virgin with a slim build, good size tits, and wears mumu dresses all the time with nothing under them. She was sheltered and repressed from having sex with boys or men while growing up because of her mother's attitude. They seemed glad to see me and invited me for dinner and to stay over. Dinner was almost ready. I took a shower and jerked off in there. I have to do that a lot. I’d been riding on the bus with a bunch of guys going to a track meet. I hadn’t done anything, but my fantasy machine was running in overdrive the whole trip, so when I’d taken my shower, I put one foot up on the toilet seat and whacked off to the fantasy of all those guys. I was wearing a loose summer dress with no underwear so I.