She went over to his house and knocked on the door. "Hi Louis, I was wondering if you could come help me with some stuff sweetie." She said to him wit... a smile. Louis thought this was weird as she usually says hello to him and that would be it. Ms. Whitney was a widow and her late husband left her a killer life insurance policy so that she would be set for life. Plus with her being in her late 30's she was ofter confused for a woman in her 20's because she kept in shape by working out everyday.. “I hate it when they cancel at the last minute.”“Sorry,” I proffered, seeing the disappointment crossing her face.“Stuff happens,” Amy replied. She casually stepped out of her heels and placed them on to the countertop of the pass through to the kitchen. She scrolled through her messages as I stood by, trying to decide if I could stay or if I should leave.“So, are there are more showings today?” I inquired.“No,” she casually replied. “This is it for me today.”“We should go for a swim,” I said.. As it slowly rose off my belly and stood up in full attention she wrapped her fingers around it. After another pulse from my muscles she very slowly began to stroke my ever hardening cock. To make it seem more realistic I moaned and moved my hips a little. At first she stopped and looked like she was going to run for the hills, but when I continued to “sleep” she went right back to stroking my cock.As she stroked my cock and it got even firmer and hotter to the touch I watched through my little. It was immature. In other words, I was a male.But we worked. She took no crap from me and I loved her for it. She accommodated my foibles, my love of Star Trek and the fact that I completely fluent in Klingon (I was a dead languages teacher, after all!), even if she rolled her eyes dramatically when I trotted it out.The fact is, we just loved each other. We didn't live a fairy-tale life – no marriage is like that and any one who tells you theirs is either is lying or doesn't have a real.