Her long, black hair was wrapped around her, clinging to her fair skin. Her soft lips engaged in a small pout. Her dark eyes searching in the storm fo... a helpful man. Her wet denim skirt and now see through white blouse clinging to her small breasts and flat belly. Her long, tanned legs ending in a pair of patent stilettos. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. About fifteen cars had passed and nobody stopped. Venice had an idea. She hitched up her denim skirt. My wife had died just over a year ago and I was feeling depressed. We were together for 30 years!So after work I stopped into a small bar. Never been there before. I rarely drank, not use to it. Did not know it was a gay bar.There were maybe 7 customers inside, all male. Hell I did not think anything of it. They were all mature, no youngsters there. The youngest man looked about 35, most were around 40-50. I was 53 at the time.Sitting at the counter I ordered a beer, as I drank it a guy 2 seats. " I've tried that, but guys always grab my head and won't let me pull off." Well it doesn't matter now anyway. I got hard eating your pussy so if you are truly willing to let me fuck you I'm ready."She was a pretty good piece of ass. She was active and she was vocal and I was well satisfied with what we had done when I came."You want to go again." I'll need to clean myself out." No you won't" I said and then I went down on her."Stop that! It is nasty!" Only to you."I kept munching and pretty. I fetched the camera from my cincher and got it ready. I stopped my analingus but continued rubbing his cock and said, “I know you are scared. Don’t be. I will be slow and gentle. I have broken in many virgins like you. I’m only going to fuck you for a moment or two, ok?” He moaned and kind of nodded. With that I began the break-in process that was always successful, for me, at least. I rubbed the lube around on his hole and slowly pushed my finger in. I finger-fucked him slowly and.