It was one of those boring trains that stopped at virtually every town and village and on Sundays was hardly ever busy. On this one summer Sunday I wa... alone reading and about halfway through the journey an old lady (well I thought she was old but in hindsight she could only have been in her mid-fifties), walked into my compartment. She appeared to be the typical housewife, quite pretty and plump, with permed hair. She smiled at me and took off her lightweight coat and sat opposite. I thought. "Don't be snarky, L.T." said Martinez."Matter of fact, yes. We did an hour at the Gun Club before we went anywhere else, and then almost that long when we were on the way back," she said. "How 'bout you? Got your fill of killing rocks?" I haven't gotten 'em all yet. There are still some rocks out there. Io says 'Hi' by the way." 'Hi, ' back. Tell her 'Thanks for the Navajo lessons.' I'm really doing better at that. BlueBird and Sharp can almost understand me now," she said with a laugh. "Has. Then she asked me if I had any other problems that she might be able to take care of. I told her that I had some sort of rash on my left leg and that the lower part of that leg and my foot were swollen, but that the rash didn’t itch or hurt. She said she wanted to examine my leg if that was OK with me. I told her that for her to see all of it I would have to remove my pants if that was OK with her. Sherry said, “No problem”. So I took off my pants and the sock and shoe from my left foot. Sherry. I laid her down on her back, and parted her legs. I took my place between her thighs and started to lick her sweet old pussy. I couldn't believe how much she tasted like my wife. Within a few minutes I had her on the brink of an orgasm. And as it built in her, her husband bent down and started kissing her. I peered up to see them making out, and I increased my pace licking her clit. When her orgasm hit, she tightened her legs firmly around my face. I thought I might pass out she was squeezing.