George, the small town businessman who is now also her manager, looks after the two other children and is proud of his model wife. She doesn’t model...as much now, but she still shows how mothers and older women can look stunning. People like her, she talks to people in Walmart or Wallgreens, she picks up sicky children, she visits the two schools in the town and promotes education “Okay, look, I know I’m hugely successful, mega-rich, and people say I’m beautiful” she says to the class of fifteen. It wouldn’t matter. I had a feeling she might be looking around as well. She was definitely a sexual woman and if she found the right kind of partner, she’d no doubt be able to satisfy her needs. Teresa was, for me, what most guys would call a sure thing. Did I really want a sure thing?For now, I guess it would satisfy me, but what about the future? Was there another Naomi out there? It didn’t seem possible in this little corner of the world, but perhaps if I expanded my horizons to a bigger. It’s his turn to moan as I slide my hand into his boxers. I grip his hardening cock in my petite hand, and I begin to stroke him in rhythm with his mauling of my breasts. He begins to thrust against my hand, his breath ragged on my neck. The tip of his dick is hitting my clit through my panties, and my eyes are unable to focus with the amount of pleasure. His right hand wanders down to my cunt, ripping the thin fabric covering my pussy. He plunges two fingers into my twat, and he groans at. There were ladies in their 50s and even in their 60s. Something about their naked bodies just drove me wild inside. I wanted to fuck an older lady so bad. Of course at 18 I would have fucked just about anything, but an older lady was what I wanted most.My best friend moved away about that time and a new family moved into their house. I got to know them over the next few years when I was in my early twenties. They had a boy my age and two girls (one older than me and one younger). Their father.