So windows were open all the time. Few times I see her walking around drying her hair totally nude. Being 85 or 90 and just a fan means nude till you ...ool off. I must admit I sat by her window and pulled it a few times. She never knew and I never told her. With in a bit I had her schedule. Would be coming back from a friends home and cut by her window. I stop by and we talk like most nights, watch a tv show or movie and I leave. This night I get into talk about her body and sex. Could see the. "Keep your eyeballs looking straight ahead don't turn around or I'll blast your guts out with this," she jabbed him in the ribs with the barrel of a gun. "Turn to your right and go down under the bridge." I got some money you can have it," his voice cracked as he spoke."Shut the fuck up Mr. Lucky move your skinny white ass now," she poked him again. "Go on now right up under the bridge." His heart felt like it was in his throat. There was something in her voice, it was anger, or perhaps. Then we went to the bedroom. She climbed on the bed and engulfed my cock in her mouth. She worked up and down on my cock with her tongue for a few minutes. She stopped and climbed on top of my cock and planted my cock deep in her flexing pussy. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts and ground my cock deep in her wanting pussy. I worked on her nipples and breasts and the pulled her towards my mouth and licked and sucked them until the nipples were erect and nearing a flushed red. " That would be great," said Dawn. Up the stairs they went.Upstairs, Marigold opened her walk-in closet, "I've got some stuff I bought for New York and never got around to wearing, other than to try it on in the store." Oh," asked Dawn, looking around Marigold's room, "What were you doing in New York?"Marigold emerged hurriedly, closing her bedroom door, locking it, and turning on her stereo. Paul Desmond's "East of the Sun," emerged from her speakers. When Dawn raised a quizzical eyebrow at.