Tragically, this 85 year old neighbor of Jared’s had suffered a debilitating stroke several months ago and was now living out the rest of her days i... a nursing home across the other side of town. Jared, Gloria and Vanessa visited the poor woman once every few weeks or so even though her mental capacity no longer allowed her the privilege of full recognition of even her closest family and friends. The trio would sit for an hour or so as Mrs Clusky slowly recounted all the great stories of her. After dinner we went to her house. There she asked me to stay with her for all 3 days. She went inside and wore a nighty which was transparent through which I can easily see her sexy black panty and bra. I controlled myself but gave up when she came to me and gave a lip kiss. I started responding to her and explored every corner of her mouth. With a heavy breath she asked to go to her bedroom.She pulled my clothes and asked me to make her nude. I obeyed and firstly I removed her nighty then. I touched her, she was wet, much wetter than I expected. I stroked her pussy up and down, circling her clit few times, then down to wet my fingers again. Her hands were on my legs, as she squirmed she squeezed. I loved the easy effect I was having on her. I let my other hand grab her hair and hold her head gently but firmly, as I picked up the pace, and moved her closer to orgasm.I knew she was ready to feel my fingers inside her but I made her wait, going as slowly as she had with me. I. Sam, his best friend, stood beside him, acutely hanging on every word the tour guide said. ‘This is a portrait of Charles’s wife, Cynara Stanmore. There’s actually…’ but Wes wasn’t listening. He hadn’t wanted to come to this stupid house to look at old furniture and paintings, but Sam had dragged him along. She had always been into history, costume dramas, and the like. He indulgently went, for he found that it was hard to say no to her, especially when she was threatening him with refusing to.