I ended talking to one man who lived not very far away and he offered to take photos of me in some of my outfits. He said he would do it for free, and...finally one day my need to do something like that got the better of me and I agreed to pose in some of my clothes. Now I have a whole bunch of photos of myself in very sexy poses and many with my breasts bared but that is another story and I am getting away from what I want to write about. One of the things that intrigued me the most were the. After the morning rush was over on the Monday, she having dealt with the usual over weekend office crud, she was sitting over a coffee at her desk staring into space and yet again asking herself the question… What was she to do, she, a mature lady of 68 years who had been widowed now for 7, she had been through the grief stage, resigned herself to widowhood, believing she would never enjoy any males attention ever again? But did she want it, craved it, deep down, did she really want that…sex…. ..?The young and inexperienced ones. Waiting to be mounted for the first time ones, sealed tight waiting to be broken. Some were coaxed and taken as gently as is possible under the circumstances by anxious and mostly rampant cocks he thought. Some cocks young. Some cocks not so young. The experienced cocks and inexperienced cocks. Others had their tender seals ravished with no quarter given.Then there were the ones who remained sealed into the ripening of their mature years. Pussies that. ” I am blathering; my tongue seems to have been dislocated from my mind.“Robert, catch your breath. Everything went fine and now relax.”“I can’t believe how great you look,” I enthuse, scanning her from head to foot. She is wearing skinny jeans which mold her legs and derriere to perfection with a pair of black loafers and a zip leather jacket over a white button-down blouse. Her auburn curls cascade over her shoulders, and if she is wearing makeup, it is not noticeable except for a faint sheen.