She had tiny breasts, small pointed cones on her pale chest capped with pink nipples. Below, her pussy was neatly trimmed, her pubes as blonde as the...hair on her head. She climbed up onto the bed with only a little difficulty, stretching her body out next to his. She grasped his cock in one of her small hands and stroked him. Immediately, his cock began to drool precum. He watched her wipe it off before licking the goo from her fingers.Then she kissed him.He could taste himself on her. She was a complete contrast to my slim, but now departed wife, who wouldn't look out of place on a catwalk."Come on in and have a beer," she offered, "I've got something in the oven for later."We settled down for a long drinking session. I think we all felt a little let down by my wife's behaviour. After a few beers none of us felt like eating so, Kathy got up on unsteady legs and turned the oven off."What you need, Bill," said Kathy giggling, "is a new woman in your life, one with more meat on. Touch away, boy, fingers only here… I get up from next to him and sit down straddling him and kiss him. Touch away, sexy… He runs his fingers up and down my back, and as always, a thrill runs through me. He softly squeezes my butt, and he gently runs a finger up and down my asshole, before he leaves one finger on the hole itself. He then gently parts my ass as his finger slips in, no more than a half inch, and it doesnt hurt, it feels kind of good as he holds me close. Thats not bad at all, you. They owned a wonderful art deco beach house in Brighton, with incredible sea views. I had my own beautiful room with a balcony which they told me it was mine for as long as I wanted, but the focus of our lives and loves was the playroom, the first of its kind I had ever seen. It wasn't a dungeon of the type that has become popular. It was a sensual room rather than a torture chamber, softly lit and draped, with a fantastic sound system, and old wooden chests and blanket boxes which opened to.