So we set to. I started biting at one of her tits as Ian chewed at the other. Soon here tits were a mass of livid bites. As we did this her moaning go... louder and her legs opened and closed as her bum wiggled round on the sofa.With a bit of a struggle, I pulled off her skirt. This left her laying there in only her stockings and suspenders. Tits hanging out and slumped against the back of the sofa.“Now what do you think?” I asked.“Fantastic and highly fuckable” was the reply from John.“Fine,” I. Patience. Persistence. Foreplay. Gradual growth and teasing. Dirty pictures. Almost dirty pictures. Dirty thoughts. VERY dirty thoughts. All without judgement and with total understanding and respect of desires and boundaries. At least the ones that weren't meant to be pushed. None of that could prepare for the actual excitement and rush of lust that was visible on both of your faces, and I am sure mine when I walked up in person. The first hug and handshake. The reality of the moment finally. I could feel my anger clawing at my chest, trying to burst through me. Mixed in with that anger were hot tears of sadness that I felt like I couldn’t control. One more small thing and they would come gushing out of me, and once I started crying, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop myself. I needed an outlet. Something to get rid of my frustrations. Storming into my bathroom, I rummaged around the medicine cabinet, trying to find something, anything, to make me feel better. Well, feeling better. “Do you know how old I am” “No” “I’m 72” “So age is just a number, shall I follow you back to yours” she thought for a minute and said “Ok”. As she drove off I followed and in five minutes she turned into a driveway, I parked on the road and helped her get her shopping out of the car, as we went in the house I put her bags in the kitchen.As she put the kettle on I looked at her, she was slightly chubby, big breasted, and wearing blue pants a blue blouse and a blue cardigan. As she made the.