I was already sweating from pushing my mower from my house to hers with the gas trimmer resting on top and a bag slung over my shoulder with a few she...ring tools. She opened the door. There she stood, dressed in a two piece bikini and nothing else. At forty Mrs. Wilson had no kids and it showed. She had the body of a bomb shell. Her hour glass shaped and toned thighs and abs, though not wash board abs, were easily the envy of younger women and the rack she had on her seemed the size of melons.. Gasping, her hands burrowed into his hair as she stood there, touched that this sweet but gentle man kneeling before her, put her pleasure before his. As her knees started to buckle, he sat back and guided her to the bed, laying her down and settling his body over her, his legs between hers, resting on his arms, hands framing her face, he kissed her deep and hard. Slowly one hand left the side of her face and swept down her body, and his mouth followed kissing and licking a trail to her breasts. There was the screen of a Patchcode Transmitter lying on the ground at her feet. ?No!? she whispered and dropped to her knees. ?Oh God no... Please no!? The broken pieces of the transmitter sliced into the soft dark skin of her knees with small cuts. She didn?t feel it. Her mind had blocked out everything, nearly everything anyway. She picked up the finely smashed pieces of the only thing that could ever free her from this child?s body and tried in vain to reassemble the device. She began to. . it feels... oh it feels wet... perfect. You lean to my ear and utter your first words...."mmm... my dirty little slut! Have you been playing with your pussy without me?"I reply "mmmm...yes i have....deeper....go deeper.mmmmmmm"I moan and as you slide your finger up and down the length of my wet pussy. I grab your arm. "Does my little slut like that?" you growl in my ear.I straddle you with ease and put my hands around your cock, you arch in pleasure into my hand and ever so slowly I move your.