” Her phone beeps indicating she has a call waiting. “Listen Charles I have to go, I’ve been waiting for the venue to call me back all morning,...and this might be them on the other line, have a safe flight and I’ll see you soon.” With that she hangs up and presses her phone to retrieve her other call. “Rebecca Williams, can I help?” she stops the small doodle she is doing on the pad next to the phone, when the voice at the other end of the line starts to speak. “Rebecca, its Travis Johnson.”. I still like the curvy pinup girls of youth. Let me explain, I was born in 1955, so what I remember of my youth was filled with sneaking into movies, staring at the beautiful screaming women in those old horror flicks, school obviously, went to college, went to law school, and worked my way up to partner at a small law firm. Married, no kids, not that I would have been adverse to kids, but with my ex-wife’s taste for other men, she was perpetually on birth control. Just one of the things that. I hadnt had it for so long and played with myself to orgasm in the bath thinking about the night ahead. I got out and blow dryed my hair and decided what to wear. I put on my champange coloured silky bra, suspender belt and panties. As I finished my third glass of wine I then slid on my flesh stockings and silky short yellow dress. As I then applied my make up i heard my sixteen year old son come in downstairs. He shouted up that he brought an old friend back but that he was going out again. The next morning I woke with a huge hard on again. My wife was already up and getting ready for work. I saw her getting out of the shower and she dried her self. I could not help but start to rub my cock again. It was wet instantly. She did not see me rubbing myself, but I could see her as she bent over to dry her legs. Her ass was towards me and I had a perfect view of her ass hole and could also see her pussy lips hanging between her legs. She always had long pussy lips and I wondered if my.