Now suck my clit. I’m close to coming.”I’ve known Mary since 1980 and in 1981 I married into her family. I was 30 and Mary was 65 when she caugh... me jacking off in the barn. She helped me that day and it wasn’t too long after that I helped her get off. For over twenty years Mary and I would somehow manage to get alone with each other for sex. I was pretty handy and before my wife’s grandparents moved to the east coast I helped them around their place. Mary’s husband died ten years after we. Back in school she had never considered him that interesting, or rather they had belonged to different circles that hardly ever intersected. They had both grown up though, Nathan being one of the rare things that got better with age like the bitter taste of dark beer. He was one of those guys that wasn’t content with falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV each night, quite the contrast to her husband who all but lived between cushions. Whenever she saw Nathan he was usually doing. I never thought for one minute she would kiss me there but she did. Minutes later I found myself wanting to pleasure her in exactly the same way. I couldn’t wait.It wasn’t that I thought of myself as lesbian, or even bi-sexual. It was just that I needed to, and wanted to give her the same pleasure that she gave me. It seemed it was all we could do. All we could enjoy was each other.We had heard stories about the other side of the mountains. How people had a normal life. Whatever normal was, we. She was wearing one of those little black dresses that every good looking woman owns. With the skinny straps at the shoulders, the deep V cleavage and the length ending just above the knee, it was so simple and yet, so fantastic. She was wearing a pair of shiny black high heels. Not stilettos, but still, they were just as classy looking as she was. She had a long coat draped over her arm."Wow!" It was all I could manage as she walked toward me, showing a big smile."Why thank you, Vinnie. You.