I don't think either of us ever knew who won the football game.We seemed an odd marriage of personalities in a couple of ways. I was a computer nerd, ...ever a jock by any means. She had been married to high school football coach who had majored in Physical Education. She was determined not to age and I just felt you took what life gave you.Our relationship grew and we were together at either her place or mine six or seven days a week. The sex was sweet and we placed no demands on each other as. The corset pushed her breasts up but didn't cover them at all. I replaced the gag in her mouth and the blindfold with a mask I had found on the Internet. It was a ball gag, but it was a hood too. I buckled the gag in her mouth, then pulled the face part up. It had an opening for her button nose and then came up and went over her head. It had an opening on the top that I pulled her hair through, like a devilish ponytail. Then, I zippered it into place. I manhandled her onto my toy. I strapped. I put my arms around her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly. 'It's ok. I am sorry I didn't think of your age.' She said nothing but more tears came. She started sobbing. I didn't know what to do and started rubbing her shoulder and back. I rubbed all over her back and reached below her waist. She sat up soon as I reached her buns accidentally. I noticed her breath fastened as I rubbed lower down and kissed her again. I felt her body tightened as I reached the crack between her very firm. Watching them bounce and wiggle seductively with each step she took, Madhav found himself recall a day in his youth.He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He had been fascinated by the size of her breasts even back then. So one day he had gone through her chest of drawers in search for a brassiere. Prowling through her lingerie, he had found a pretty one with big lace-trimmed cups. He had been perversely excited as he had breathlessly held the lacy brassiere in his small, shaking hands. As.