As I stood in the check-out line, I couldn’t help but think ‘what the hell just happened?’ As I drove home I contemplated my life. I hadn’t be...n on a date or had sex, aside from self-administered, in almost three years. Had I completely given up? Sophie shook me up. Of that there was no doubt. Although it was ostensibly just bird watching, I knew it was potentially more. She was a widow. Was I ready to admit that I wanted more? There was a time when I felt that I needed to. But did I need more. As I was fingering her asshole, I removed the tape around her head. She muttered under her breath as her mouth was now free. My free hand went down on her juicy cunt. I massaged her clit as she started to struggle, trying to prevent a nearer orgasm. As I shoved three fingers in her wet cunt, I felt my own pussy starting to get wet. That sensual mature lady had aroused me and I was closer to orgasm as she was…Suddenly she arched her back and screamed like a bitch in heat; I felt her juices. 5225 came into being in the panicked days after September 11, 2001, founded and funded by a reclusive multi-millionaire named H. Worthington Armstrong. Yes, the same Armstrong. His very large fortune was passed down to his loving wife, Melody, on the probate of his will. He died from an overdose of potassium administered by his wife; as he had a heart condition, was considerably overweight, and was well over 80, his doctors didn't question the heart attack he apparently had. His much younger. Without taking away my stare I undid his button and zipper and slowly pulled the garment down over his, what was now, rock hard cock and thighs. It came as no shock that James wore no underwear, and as his cock sprung from the confines of his shorts a small gasp left my lips. He was, as I had remembered, very well endowed. As he continued to sit back, against the shed, looking down at me, I took his cock in my hands, and stroked his veiny shaft, very gently – his back arched and I enjoyed the.