She always had a long list of things for me to do during my visits. Later when I was a cop, I took my vacations at the beach. I helped Maude during th... day, but played hard during the nights. I had come to think of the Breeze as my second home. I was surprised to find that Maude had left the Breeze to me. At the time of her death, I was in rehab for a gunshot wound to the knee. I was as surprised as anyone else when the lawyer called. Maude had left me the Breeze lock stock and tax debt. Maude. I reflected, however, that I was becoming a little frumpy or dowdy in my appearance as I approached my 60th birthday. Gravity and middle-age spread had taken their toll. My breasts were sagging, and a panty girdle was a necessity on those rare occasions that we dressed up. Where once I had been a veritable fashion horse, now I was content to while away the hours in slacks, a sweatshirt, and sensible shoes. My salt-and-pepper hair was cut short for minimum maintenance. My only concession. She had her arms around my neck and took one hand and squeezed it between us and found my hard cock. She was trying to manipulate my cock but we were wound tightly together. I leaned up on my elbows, allowing some space between us, and she began to stroke my shaft, and murmuring, “Oh yeah, what a big hard cock.” I rose up to a waist high position and she said, “Oh yeah, let me suck that beautiful cock,” as she moved the head back and forth over her cunt lips. “Ok, baby, come and suck it,” I. She seemed reluctant at first, put soon enough she gave in turning her head and we started kissing each other. Then my hand went in-between her legs, teasing her pussy through her jeans .as I was rubbing her wet twat through her jeans she was getting into it more and more. Then I took my other hand and began to pull up her t-shirt exposing her plain white bra she was wearing. Her nipples were already hard, I could see them poking through the white lacy fabric of her bra. She spoke up and said.