I was soon to notice that a fourth button had been opened at the top her dress, the thin material of her brassiere now plainly showed the outline of h...r erect nipples. Often in the course of folding the laundry she would brush up against me, often pressing her body against my back. Finally working up enough nerve I turned to face her, rather than stepping back I found her looking up in my eyes as she pressed into me. Not a word was spoken as her right-hand came up to cup the back of my neck to. In one motion, she e termed me. Pulsating her orgasm hard into me. Fucking me slow. As we fucked i* in chai* ‘ your intoxicating ‘ she growled. Fuck getting darker. Pulling me to her her tongue dancing inside me. And I melted to heaven in oral sex ..(* that lasted hours)* hard.*-the oral sex extasy * she fell to my vagina swirling her tongue deeper harder in me.” Sweet innocent.” She moaned, suckling. Snuggling me to her. ‘ i imelted to her snuggles.. her embrace soft as she finger fucked me. She`s still fairly well kept, a fair body for her age group, though the tits going south a little now, a bit of a tum though not excessive, she dresses tidily, is a pillar of the woman`s institute, a good baker, keeps a neat home, and though nothing exceptional being no head turning stunner, she`s a good sort with no acid tongue or hard streak. I do the odd jobs for her like most son in law`s and we rub along well enough. Now me I do like my bit of the other, like most men I dream, fantasize. She stopped the theatrical pout and took a sip of her wine. I looked into her eyes. They gleamed at me with almost a deep and irresistable naughtiness."You have pretty feet," I said, looking down at them, thinking it might be safer to look there. Safer? I thought just then. I was anything but safe now. The wolf hadn't just pointed me to the ravine--I was galloping after him by this point."Thank you."She did have pretty feet, I decided. I did something then I had never dreamed about. Suddenly, I.