She said, “Can you come see me when you come home? I’d like to talk with you about the garden.I said “Sure” and hurried down stairs. Later tha... night in my room I jerked off to the memory of earlier. I remembered my friend showing me Blanche’s photo in a True Detective magazine that said her son was high on d**gs and shot someone and he was in prison. So, he was in his 30’s that must make Blanche in her late 50’s or in her 60’s.The next day I was nervous as I climbed the stairs and I hollered. Wrapping her lips around the head she sucked harder than he had desired, intent on pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. Sighing he pulled away leaving her again, even more frustrated than the first time. Once he was ready for the day to begin, he kissed her forehead and grabbed his keys heading for the door. Confused by his actions, she cleared her throat. “”Umm I think you forgot something,” she accused gesturing towards the hand cuffs. “Oh you’re right I did forget this,” he replied. I ran my hands down her side to her hips, gripping them firmly and steering her fantastic arse back against me, forcing her onto her tip toes, my rigid penis finding it’s warm home with wet ease. She came immediately, a wash of her juices, soaked us both. Her face pressed against the glass, I upped my thrusts again and fucked her to second, noisy climax in that same position before withdrawing to turn her to me to enter her again. “was it like this?” I demanded, “was it this good? … was he. You kiss your way up to my neck and moan in my ear as you enter me slowly. You concentrate, pushing slowly into me, as deep as you can go. I groan with pleasure. You keep moving slowly and steadily inside of me, establishing your rhythm. You look at me and say, “You have such a sweet pussy." And you reach down and kiss me deeply again. I match your rhythm as we slowly move against each other, feeling the passion between us. We alternate between kissing each other softly and sweetly,.