The night before i cleaned my self out for some clean fun. We sat on his cough for just a second, when the front door started to open. It was his wife...coming home sick. Close call he said in front of his wife i was an old friend from a previous job. I shook her hand she was a very attractive women in her late 60s. Little over weight but yummy, i then said after shaking her hand got to go to work my self. I told him see you later keep in touch. The following week we talked to see when i could. ”She went silent for a while once more.That’s pretty tough. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.“He never really did anything mean or cruel, I guess,” she continued. “It’s not like he mistreated me. I just never felt like he wanted me. I was like a trophy for him or something. It was like that with a few guys,” she sighed.“And then I broke up with him, and he ... I think maybe that was when he started seeing me a little differently. But it’s like ... I didn’t want a guy who can’t like me until I’m. When I got there both men and her husband were all sleeping in the front room, drunk, very drunk and out of it.With her help we bundled both men into the car, my husband in the passenger seat and his friend behind him in the back seat.I reached-in over him to secure his seat belt, and while in this position he fondled my breast while kissing the nape of my neck.Wearing just a T-shirt, his fondling was full-on, catching me unaware but slightly responsive, as I did not outwardly object, and let. Her skin was milky white and accented by her puffy red lips. The color was accented by the most beautiful set of puffy nipples that almost covered the face of her magnificent boobs. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and didn’t sag at all. Jenny was a Yoga instructor and massage therapist and her body was amazingly taut, without being overly muscular. She still had the right amount of body fat. I had met her two or three times and she was stunningly beautiful. Her dark eyes seem to.