I put an ad in the local paper and a sign in the front window.The very next day, at the peak of the lunch rush, a cute young lady came in and asked me...with whom she should talk to apply for the job. I told her to sit down and that I would be with her as soon as I could. In a few minutes, a glass of tea was knocked off a table and she immediately jumped up, got the broom and dust pan and cleared the broken glass and tea. I gave her a ‘thumbs up’ and a big smile. She returned the smile, then. I pulled her cheeks apart and pushed myself into her wet pussy. It felt tight for a 60 year old and very warm. I pushed it all the way in and stayed still, just letting myself feel her, and letting her feel me. I probably could have gotten off right there with no thrusting but her voice woke me from my u*********s lust.She groaned stop, take it out its disgusting and then got really quiet. My free hand began to rub her ass and I began to thrust. Very slow at first then picking up some speed.. We each shared our own personal challenges of meeting someone who could be special in our lives, but knew it was difficult due to rotating shifts, etc.Eventually, that evening, we began to share some physical contact. I let her know that I was uneasy - since I considered I was making a friendship with her. She agreed, but we also decided the uniqueness of our getting together made a physical thing O.K.Shelly was a buxom lass, and not a glamorous woman by any means. With that said, she was warm. That soft patch helped her so many times when she was rubbing herself off. She often wondered if one of those dildos with the curved tip would feel the same. Angela returned to her clit, rubbing it vigorously, knowing full well that she was so close to cumming. There was so much cum, such a soaked spot on the smooth wooden slate on the bench that it caused her to slide forward. Angela was ready to finish herself when something suddenly came to her attention. She wasn’t alone. She pulled her.