Ralph was my father?s skeleton. A bone specialist at the localhospital he sometimes worked in his study at home on papers for various medicalpublicati...ns and Ralph was his constant, if silent, companion. ?He?s quite sweet really, but Ihave to say you?re right. Lift your arms.? Miss Martha moved a little closer tome as well and I did as I was told. ?At least he has hair underneath his arms.He has hairy legs too, I see him playing football on a Thursday afternoon inPE.? I may as well have not. My eyes were drawn to her pussy starring me in the face, I had never seen anything like it before. I just stared at her, she moved her hand down her body and started touching her pussy, stroking her fingers over it and every so often sliding one inside her. I was spellbound it was a beautiful sight.She played with herself, rubbing and fingering her pussy, stroking her breasts for what seemed like hours, it was probably only a few minutes before her moaning got louder and her legs started. She started sucked it slowly and her hands were playing with my balls. Then suddenly she started stroking it and started sucking it very hard, I was at cloud 9 that moment.Then from the corner of the room she bought few ropes and lotion. Took her apron and took out a condom from its pocket and she came to me wore me the condom. And tied my hands and legs to beds. I was so damn excited because it was a kinky time. She tied it very hard came on top on me and started teasing me by some action by. I can’t wait!” she begged. So I did. I told her a little more about myself in the e-mail: widower, financially secure, an apartment in the city and a house at the shore. I suggested we meet in the daytime at a restaurant on 59th street for lunch or any other arrangement she preferred. She agreed, suggesting two o’clock to avoid the heavy lunch time crush in midtown restaurants. I was pleasantly surprised at her appearance: well-groomed gray hair, pretty face, good figure. “Hello, I’m Grace”..