I'd love to chat!" I slid over, and we began to introduce ourselves. Being mature adults, we could - and did - dispense with the basic small talk. Our...conversation went from travel to dining to hobbies, etc. Her name is Donna, and she's 59 years old. Fairly slender, but not emaciated. We exchanged stories about our backgrounds, and how we happened to be staying in a fairly small town in Southern Minnesota. I am traveling on business, and Donna is traveling to a family reunion. I complimented. In exchange for some minor responsibilities as the cabin’s caretaker, she got a nearly unbelievable deal on the rent plus the benefit of being two minutes’ walk from her classroom.She entered the front door and waved good morning to the two secretaries in the front office. The school itself was an oddity for the day and age, with every grade from K to 12 housed in one low-roofed building. A modern brick structure, it replaced the old wooden schoolhouse, which had grown by sporadic accretions. But fuck, just having that much of me inside this tight virgin felt ten times better than having my whole cock inside some of the stretched-out sluts I’ve fucked. It was now or never, I was so close to shooting that it took everything I had to hold-back. I had just enough inside her that I could safely take my hand off it without fear that it would pop out, so I got a good hold on her narrow, bony hips, just to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, and I thrust again. Her scream was louder than. "You look totally amazing," Andrea said. "Thank you. You have excellent taste in lingerie," she replied before she took another swallow of her potent rum and coke. Andrea gently embraced Simone and began to plant kisses on her neck, cheeks and lips. Simone responded doing the same to her. Andrea's gentle hands cupped Simone's breasts and gently rubbed them in between playing with her erect nipples. "Oh yes," she repeated over and over. The only time they stopped was when Simone started to slide.