. . . . . . . .Here is that story. Please enjoy: I would love to return home after a long hard day at work. Enter my home & proceed down the hallway t...wards the bedroom. Stopping just shy of the doorway, I peer into the room & discover that you’ve just recently exited the shower. Towel in hand, & with your back to me, you are still drying off from your feet upwards. “Perfect timing” I think to myself. Realizing that indeed, I did time this one just perfectly! I simply HAD to seize the moment!. ‘Well, that’s in case some man gets in bed with me and wants to fuck me.’My heart stopped, my breathing stopped, my dick hardened.‘You are going to fuck me aren’t you?’ as she put her arms around me and pulled me toward her. My hands reached down and roamed over her ass, oh, heaven.Then, I felt her hand reach down and inside my pajama bottoms and take hold of my dick. I didn’t think mine was the first she’d ever held.‘Yeah, uh, yeah,. She was not gorgeous, but had always been attractive. She looked her thirty-five years, but no more. Leonard was a slick, graying, predator, seven or eight years older than my ex-wife. Twice divorced I’m told, but a clever enough businessman to amass a substantial nest egg, and had the skills to add to it. I never did quite figure out why they had to move away, but that’s what happened almost immediately when they were free of me. The whole thing had come about so suddenly, that it took a. We didn't say anything more but neither of us went right to sleep. I know she was awake for a while. Even if she didn't say anything, she was softly stroking my chest.It was driving me crazy but it felt really, really good. I didn't stop her; I lay there thinking about her and her tirade. I also thought that tonight, I better not play any games; I didn't think she'd see any humor in them. The last thing I remember thinking before sleep over took me was that it's damn comfortable having her.