She was dark haired, slim and shapely, energetic with an outgoing personality. Now at 71 they just called her "Ms Berta".She had been a widow twice an... bore no c***dren. Her last husband had died a decade ago. She was still slim with Silver Grey hair. Mother Nature had been kind and her wrinkles were few. She was often seen walking the tracks of area schools and on inclement weather days, walking in a mall.Independent and strong willed she traveled and made Trail Hike's. She had made News and. I still could not dare to remove my hands from there because that may disturb her sleep and she may get angry by seeing my hands on her thighs.I was feeling current passing through my body at the same time I did not wanted to remove my hands. Though I was careful in not moving hands or fingers there though rough ride was doing it in my place. Anita was still sleeping but she was more closed to my body and I could feel her well-pampered breast on my forearm.She was murmuring some thing in her. All I could was return her gaze stony faced and stoic. Tell her what? That I had been in love with her for the better part of several years? That I wondered what she tasted like, and how loud she would moan and writhe under my passionate embrace? How soft her hands would be, how sweet her throat? I would never succumb to such selfishness: I respected her too much. “Nah pal. Nothing special.” I grimaced, eager for the topic to be changed, and swiftly. “You sure? Because, you were totally. A close up of his cock showed that he was leaking for Lana. Frustratingly for Chloe, she knew there’d have been more action and she was desperate to see the conclusion. She thought hard about double clicking on the video thumbnails. After all, viewing what was on screen was purely innocent on her part. But to press play, that was Indefensible. She was too weak, too curious and far too turned on not to view the videos. Chloe hadn’t felt such sexual excitement for, well longer than she could.