An hour and a half passed quickly and in that time I learnt that she was a widower and had been for ten years, she lived on her own as she preferred i... that way and worked at the library because she loved books. “Would you like another drink” I asked as she’d already had three Vodka and Tonics.“No I’d better get the last bus” “I’ll run you home” “I think I’d like to go now thanks” as we left the pub we walked over to my car that was parked in the library car park, as it was dark the car was in. She agreed and took off her fully soaked saree, squeezed it, and spread it on the hay allowing it to dry. She was looking gorgeous. I could see her firm, round boobs, which were straining against her blouse and her deep navel and her slim waist which was so inviting. She caught me looking at her but didn’t say anything. I also took off my shirt and hung it. I have a pretty well-built body and she was also looking at me now. She was still wet and she lifted her petticoat and started to squeeze. Just as we arrived there and I pointed to a cave made of branches, wood, limbs, boards etc, I realized that I still had my hidden stach of dirty magazines inside. But it was too late to turn back now... As she ducked down to peer inside the hideout, I watched her little ass. I could feel my cock harden just seeing her tight shorts caress her tight little ass and I could clearly see the outline of her bald pussy.She kneeled on all fours on the ground and slowly moved inside my hideout. I. He could feel something was different the moment he came in the door, of course the scent of his favorite scented oils might have been the first indication but there was also the feeling he only got when Jo was going to pounce on him from some random spot. He never could quite figure out how she did it. Chuckling to himself, he whistled a short tune as he set the flowers and bottle of wine on the counter, sliding off his jacket. The storms he could hear outside raised his already high.