She kept herself trim and firm. Since her kids had all left the nest she was also a little lonely. I was thirty-eight years old at the time and so wa... she. Both of us had been around the block. I was still married to my husband but Marsha hadn't had such good luck. She'd had three husbands. One had given her two sons. She adored them but she was without husbands or children now. She was all alone in her little cottage. I had always had a special feeling for Marsha. We had been in high school. As she bent over I was flabbergasted - her dress fell open, the top 3 buttons being undone, and I had a perfect view of those magnificent tits! I choked back a groan but think she heard it anyway! She continued and so did I. She was carrying something down the hallway and just so happened to drop it in front of the door. She bent over to pick it up, her sundress riding up her ass to give me a good view of her legs and that wonderful pussy which was framed by her panties. I let out a fairly. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her and neither could she. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I could almost smell her sex as we started to dance against each other under the lights. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I made my move and starting kissing her tits, making sure to bite one lightly to jump start her moaning. As I eased us both down to the platform my hands roamed her luscious body. I tingled from head to toe and could have came right there if anyone even thought about touching my. With a strong push my pants were down and my cock sprang up to meet her hand, fully engorged with lust for her. As Leslee stroked me I moved a hand to pull up her dress to find she had not worn panties that night. My fingers found her pussy lips and parted them. Leslee was already soaked and waiting to be penetrated, so I moved a finger into her dripping hole. She gave out a low moan as I entered, still she was rubbing my cock, and then in a low sultry voice said "Take me now, we have to.