My last few meetings have been with a sexy 67 year old widow from a dating site called penny , now some women won’t hear of talking or going any fur...her with guys younger but penny wasn’t fussed ,I’d looked on her profile she was a very pretty lady with a nice smile and I could see her chest was a very nice size - I pressed the like button and thought nothing more about it , a few days passed then I saw I had a new message - it was penny I opened my inbox hoping it was a nice message - it can. She kissed him and caressed his chest as he let out a slight moan as she sank deeper on to is cock, she started to increase her speed ever so gently to enjoy the warm sensual feeling the was rushing through her entire body, her whimpers where ever so slight has his penis gently probed its way to her G-spot, his start to send shivers of pleasure down her spine and flushes of colour to her body it was not long before her pussy started to quiver as her point of ecstasy was being reached, at this. ..” She relaxed her hold and I followed suit.“Don’t be.” I made my way to the nearest seat, a two-place sofa, and she plonked herself beside me.“Rob, I don’t know how to say this...” she sighed, but stiffened and stood abruptly, went to a drawer in her sideboard which I knew contained a tangle of personal documents. Once I’d seen more or less what was in there I hadn’t gone in it again. She rummaged and produced a thickish diary and thumbed through the pages. “Read this,” she said, handing me. Her face was unrecongnizable, so cut up, bruised and swollen it had become since her cousin had her dragged behind him. Everyone was cheering on the soldier. And when he finished, abusing her once virgin body, another fell atop of her and ravaged her. None were looking at me, as all were too occupied with Tilda’s body. And they called me a witch and the scum of the Earth. I stood as best I could. Not feeling any pain for the rage I felt. No one looked away long enough to see me stand. Too.