That was the beginning. She just fell flat on the bed, holding my hand. Fortunately power supply also came back. I started kissing her, pressing her b...obs and started pulling up her nightie. She helped me to remove her nightie and bra. She was not wearing any panty. Between her thunder thigh I can see totally shaven, wet, oozing with nectar pussy. I started licking her thigh and reached her cunt. I can literally feel the hotness of her pussy. As I started licking her, she literally held my head. Then I went to her room. She was standing by her bed, stripping off the clinging white lettered sweater and when I closed the door, she didn't stop. I admired her spine and felt my flaccid penis lurch. She pulled off the flared skirt and then sat to take off her short boots, wearing just her heavy cheerleader underpants and her uplift bra. My cock shuddered, lengthening, filling, aching. I had resisted temptation long enough. It was time for her to pay the bill after dozens of blue ball. I stood there looking at thir underwear and I was getting pretty damn hard. While doing this my sister's friend said to her that I was enjoying it too much and that I should have to strip down too. I objected (again, dumb-ass!), but they insisted, so there I stood with my poor little hard-on. I finally said that my sisters friend's ass stuck out more, and thought that was it. But they said that they wanted to know why the little pervert (me!) had a hard-on. I tried to say I didn't but her. "Sheila smiled, but all the woman did was stare at her. Then finally Diana Caldwell held her hand out and Sheila took it."So nice to meet you," Diana said.The Caldwells were both past forty, maybe even close to fifty. Sheila thought Diana Caldwell looked beautiful, as cold as an iceberg, but distinctly beautiful. She was tall and slender, and the way she wore her hair tied up in a chignon gave her a regal look. Like a duchess, Sheila thought. If she could look like that in twenty years, she'd.