He asked me if he could have the extra front lower valence panel that I had, and I asked him if I could have his extra set of wheel covers. I asked hi... if he could use the Gran Prix style steering wheel that I decided that I didn't want and he asked me if I would fuck his wife. We kinda got off the subject of cars at that point.I looked at Harry, "What did you say?"He said, "I asked you if you would fuck my wife."Now the answer to that question wasn't all that hard to come up with - I've wanted. I climbed on the bed, over her, and my cock found her very wet pussy. My cock slid into her and she sighed. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight. She felt wonderful as I started to fuck her. We fucked hard and fast, and then slow. Before I knew it I was on the verge of coming. I wanted this to last so I slowed down. We kissed as we fucked. I knew if I stayed in her I would come. So I pulled out and crawled between her legs. She was wet and open. My tongue found her clit. It was hard. I licked and. He had been there, not so long ago himself. His wife had also passed, but he saw her passing as a relief. Their marriage was troubled from the beginning, but once they had children, in an attempt to revive the marriage, he thought divorce was out of the question. So when his wife died, he saw a new lease on life. They finished their dinner and lingered over coffee, and visited, but her mood remained somber. They left the dining room, and drove back to the cabins. They arranged to meet for. I listened to his deep raggid breathing mixed with mine as i met his hips in motion. I loved it. I sat up and looked at him. Sweat glistening off his perfect face. I leaned down kissing him once more. My heart was still pounding, as I tried sucking in enough air. I was exhausted, he stared up at me "how many?" He asked"about four" I repliedHe smirked "what's your goal?" I tilted my head and stared at him "I want you to go" I answered honestly. I wasn't worried about myself, I wanted him to.