The sensation of her fingertips gliding across the slick cloth of the fabric that was covering her wet hole made her even wetter. She closed her eyes ...nd started to rub her moist sex slowly at first, then started harder and faster, while licking her lips, trying not to moan so loud. Her left hand crawled up her skirt, under her red lace bra, and started to squeeze her supple 34C breast. As soon as her thumb and index finger brushed against her erect nipple, she pinched it slightly and was on. She answered the door in a loose white shirt, a frilly white skirt, and cowgirl boots. It was a very in-style look for Dallas in 2005. “Are you going to keep those boots on while I fuck you?” I asked.She gave me a perplexed smile.“I can’t believe how direct you are,” she said. “Men are never like this with me.”“Do you invite a lot of men over just to fuck?”“Of course not. I’ve never done this. It’s been thirty years since I slept with a man I wasn’t dating or married to.”“That streak ends. It was straining against my shorts and I caught Tina looking more than once. After I cleaned up from lunch. Tina stood up and walked into the living room and started watching the porno movie. When I came in she told me to sit down next to her. Her hand was rubbing her pussy thru her jeans. She reached over and started rubbing my crotch. After what seemed like an extremely long time (2 or 3 mins) Tina stood up and took off her clothes. She sat back down spread her legs and started playing with. She hadn't heard from him since.Now her baby girl had moved out and was living with a futureless bum in a trailer. She could have so much more, Gwen thought. Her son was in his second year of college. He had a football scholiship to an out of state school. It had been over a month since she had heard from either of them and that was when they were asking for some money. "Girl you have to get over this," she said to herself. Her voiced filling the empty house only compounded her lonelyness.Gwen.