Being only in my early thirties and still single there was a rumour that I must be gay. However, what no one had a clue about was that I was a devoted...fucker of old women. Of course, I did not play with any locals, but when shopping in the village store, I was gently accosted by Mrs Henry. She was exactly my type: late seventies, quite fat, massive tits and she always smelt lovely. I my opinion, she would be a great fuck. But it was hands off, so to speak, as she was a local.So, it was a. “If we don’t get out of these clothe we are going to be eaten alive by the bugs” she said in exaggerated panic.I didn’t think it was quite that serious but before I could respond mom lifted her t-shirt off slowly making sure she didn’t spread the honey further. I was dumbstruck! There was my sexy busty mom stripping in slow motion and slowly I saw the bottom of her firm round breasts and then a bit more and then her nipples appeared and then even more of her DDs until she stood topless in all. "She just gave me a hand job," I continued, figuring he might come over and we'd have another audience."Your k**ding!" he scoffed."No, she let me feel her up and then she jacked me off," I replied. I figured that I had his curiosity peaked so I left and went back to the show.When I sat back down I told Cindy that I had invited a guy over to sit with her. She thought I was joking. I said, "No, I'm serious, you ought to try it. You could give him the hottest memory he'll ever have, most men have. I reached her house at the appointed time of 9 pm, and nervously rang the doorbell,Half expecting her husband to open the door or get discovered by someone. Luckily, no such thing. I heaved a sigh of relief when I entered and found her alone in her house (her kid was sleeping in another room) she gave me a big smooch after she had closed and latched her front door. She was looking gorgeous in a sexy dark night dress and her shoulder length hair open framing her attractive face. She’d put on a.