Her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue found its way into my mouth. After a few seconds she let go."Wow mis Erikson" I said a bit shocked."Do you ...ant more?" She didn't wait for my answer. She stood up and started to undo the buttons to her white shirt. She dropped the shirt to the floor. Her nipples was visible through her pink bra. She walked over to my side of the bench and sat herself in my lap. My face was just a few inches from her breasts. She started kissing me again. I grabbed one. I step away from you, regarding your helpless form, and peel off the remains of my shirt. Sweat gleams on my body, and you are suddenly aware of the urgent beat of your heart. I throw the tattered shirt into a corner and move into you again, kissing your upturned lips and exploring your body with light, feathery touches."What are you doing?" you breathe, but the words seem sacriligeous in this chapel of our lust, and I answer your question only with a small, cryptic smile. Silently, I pull. He did just that, pinning her down on the bed with his hands on her shoulders, driving himself into her hard, fast, fucking her deeply. This was just what she needed, a damn good solid pounding, being fucked like there was no tomorrow. At least after all of their recent activities, it should take him a while to come; she didn’t want this to end too quickly. He kept going, pounding her hard, she had one small orgasm, and was building up to a larger one, when he started to slow down.“Did you want. ” I guess she could tell something was wrong because she drag me in her house for a cup of tea.She turns on some music and said “toothpick no I mean John what type of Tea do you like” “Any kind” I said just wanting to go home. (You see Mrs. Anna Is 45 and unmarried with one son who is 24. His name is Bill and only come around once a year to see his mom when he needs money. So I guess she must be lonely. Don’t get me wrong she kind of hot for her age. She 5”6, amber medium length hair, tanned,.