At the time of this story, she was in her mid to late sixties, and I was in my late forties, or early fifties; we had been friends for two or three ye...rs. Although we knew, shared, and had delighted each other's body many times before, we were always learning. There always seemed to be something 'new' for us to discover about each other. We could, and often would go from chatting and giggling together, to kissing, to deep passion - as one of us would lead the other to the bedroom.My friend had. Dawn was making some moans and some heavy breathing with the fucking. We fucked like this for awhile, or felt that way. I got to the point were I was leaking out my cum in her ass. Dawn felt the first drops of me, and she turned her face towards me. “Oh that felt so good, I want all you cum in me.” she said. I started to let some more out in her ass, and she tighten up to increase the pleasure. Then her ass got tighter, almost pushing my cock back. Dawn turned back towards me and said “Oh I. She would sit on the couch for hours, quietly sip coffee, and sadly stare into space. I tried to help her out when i got home from school and on the weekends. I�d always volunteer to help her to clean the house, do yard work, and run errands. I tried to keep her company even when she was watching awful �girl� movies on tv. She would often cry, especially if something reminded her of my dad. I would embrace her and assure her that everything was going to be just fine. I�m not sure how. She put on a sleek, tight black and hot pink tube swimsuit. "With the size differences you two will make a great super heroine and kid sidekick team." Tom said as he touched her with the paintbrush. The paint washed over her, making her look surreal and cartoonish in appearance. Like Paul, she was then transported into the comic strip as Tom waited for other girls to show so he could create bad girls and finish the book. When a knock came at the door, he knew it was time for the next subject to.