With each passing second, the wife guided Velamma’s busy fingers lower and lower on her ‘aching’ back. Finally, the neighbor’s wife unraveled ...er saree as Velamma reeled back in shock.She sat on the couch in her bra and panties, but Velamma got up to leave.Wife: Please, Velamma! My husband is helpless at treating my pain. So, I need your hands.Velamma reluctantly sat back down. The wife laid down and asked Velamma to massage her again. As Velamma did so, she again guided the massage lower. Hands wandered around to his old and saggy buttocks, caressing his cheeks and stroking his lower back. Whist my mouth was working his cock, I moved my hands to the inner parts of his pale, hairless thighs, working them around in tiny circles. His breathing became heavier, and his moans more vocal. We had never had this amount of freedom to express our desire whilst trying to conceal our deeds in the toilets.I removed his swollen cock from my mouth, and wanked that big lump of meat. Hard and. We all know what that's like, right?My place was in an apartment building of sorts that was more run like a rooming house and I did keep my eyes open for any young woman who might live in the same complex but there were mostly married couples or women older than I was.It was fall, still pretty warm during the days when it is clear, and I began coming home, changing and going up the access stairs to the roof to sit and read my mail and a book I usually had checked-out from the library.This one. We did have to be quiet as this stream ran parallel to the main river, with only a narrow strip of woods separating the two. We had passed a group of four guys several times, and knew they be would be coming along soon. Sure enough they came by a few minutes later, and we had to huddle together naked in the water until they were gone. We then sat and talked for the next hour, knowing we didn’t have to rush this time since no one was at the end waiting to pick us up. It was a calming feeling.