When they got out, they helped dry each other.Mary gave him a man-sized, soft cotton dressing gown to wear, so he didn’t have to brave the front ver...nda to go downstairs. He wondered how many other men had worn it before him and had the pleasure of enjoying Mary’s charms.He then thought about the two old guys that been vying for her attention when they were shopping. If they had memories of her coming as she just had for him, he couldn’t blame them for wanting her back.Although he wasn’t sure. 'I said use your fucking mouth bitch, not your hands''sorry sir'And I took his still soft cock in my mouth. And as I played with it in my mouth I could feel it stiffen inside. Once it was fully hard, about 8 inches, he put his hand on the back of my head and started pushing my mouth all the way down. With a couple of thrusts his cock was drenched in my saliva. I got a good rhythm going. And his thick cock was really working my mouth and throat. After about ten minutes of this he asked me to get. She tried to kick and fight me off, so I stuffed part of the towel in her mouth and used both hands to hold her body in position and sink every inch of my cock into her hot, tight cunt. Once I was inside I could hear her screaming through the towel for me to stop, she seemed like she was practically pleading, but I didnt care. I thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could manage without losing my rhythm. Her pussy was much tighter than my mothers and I swear it was gripping at me. I ripped. We continued our walks, and I saw her a few times after that day until my job changed and I didn’t walk at that time any more. I still occasionally thought of her, and the damage that one person can do to another. Fifteen years later, I had just been widowed. Walking the dog was balm to my soul and a time to think. And I ran into her again. This time she had her own dog, and the conversation began with that. After a bit, she mentioned that I seemed upset. I told her what had happened. ‘Listen,.