Well that’s all her trolley contained, bottles of spirits, other than a bag of dog biscuits. I guess her age was mid-fifties to late-fifties, about ...hirty years older than us. Her hair was clearly coloured to disguise her grey hair and had that odd blue tinge to it that older woman seem to go for. What caught my eye though was an expensive brand of malt whisky in her trolley, emphasised by a large electronic security tag enveloping the cap. She’d loaded up other expensive brands as well, yet no. I just moved my finger around,gradually settling into a steady rhythm that made me feel like I wasmelting into the bed. I gradually sped up until I began to feel asensation rising in my body. I knew I was going to come. My breathingbecame fast and heavy. The most amazing feeling seemed to be coming at mefrom all directions, like I was sucking all the pleasure out of the worldand it was running through me and focussing on this one little spot I wasrubbing with my tiny hand. It built and built. I mentioned to Chuck to behave himself as I was gone. I left for a long night of over time not thinking much about them being home alone together as I had to work so hard for her to do anything with him the last time. I got home early the next morning and climbed into bed. Sara woke up to my suprise in the nude and sat up. She said "We need to talk "I thought to my self "Shit what did I do now!"SHe began to tell me the story about how she was in the shower when Chuck knocked on the door and. Not wasting a second, she started massaging by breasts, forcing my already heightened level of arousal to skyrocket. In fact, I got so turned on I soon broke the kiss and begged her to, Lick my boobs! Yes mam! she giggled before wrapping her lips around my right nipple. She spent the next minute or so stimulating my nipples like never before. She used a mix of lips, fingers teeth and tongue that made me feel like I was being fondled for the first time all over again. But as great as her expert.