She loved the sly looks men gave her as she passed by or the envious looks from women. She especially liked the looks her husband gave her but of cour...e right now he was away from home so he was not there to appreciate her. Her orgasm in the shower had been good but not great. No for that she needed the real thing. Her husband gave her great orgasms and she loved their sex life but sometimes she needed more due to a high sex drive. Of course, she knew there was someone else who appreciated her. She was trying to get something off a shelf but could not reach and being ever the gentleman, I leaned over and got it for her. After she thanked me, we started small talk, as you do, and well, I took her for cup of tea in the supermarket café. I found out that she suffered from arthritis and could not walk far but was ok around the house. I must admit she did not look 83 and she seemed to keep herself in good nick, nice clothes, make up etc. Yes, she was nice and plump and very pleasant.. " Then off you trot back to the kitchen. I think I'm beginning to get the game.Once again you return, this time with a plate of toreia chips. Same routine but this time my hand slides further up your leg. Up the inside of your thigh, nearly to your pussy. This time you really turn on me, "Senior!" then handing me a folded piece of paper "Your bill." And you walk off around the corner. Now I'm confused. I look down and unfold 'The Bill'. Just one word is written on it 'Follow'. I smile and get. Sleep with for one night." So you're telling me that it's my fault that I look like this," Michael blurted out, her voice wavering. It was obvious that Michael was on the verge of crying. Michael thought that it was bad enough that she had to exist like that, but to be told that she was responsible for looking such a beauty was too much for her to bear."No. No. That's not what I mean. Your mind picked the form, but it's our fault entirely that you have to be like this." But I don't want to,".