There was an easel with a water colour part done, and a bench laden with paint pots and tubes. She blushed as he complimented her on her artistic abil...ty and they laughed easily together.'And here is how we met', he said quietly, looking into her green-tinged steady eyes as they stood at the computer desk with its printer.'Yes', her voice seemed to catch in her throat and she looked away.They did not spend long in her bedroom. It too, faced the street. It was a big room with a high double bed. At 65, she was the most sexually crippled person either of us knew. Her youthful looks now completely and utterly vanished, her breasts sagging to her knees, her vagina dry as the Sahara Desert, all she had in her rotten life was shopping, shopping and more shopping. But shopping excessively hadn't compensated for the lack of a good screwing. We both knew how tormented she was. Of course, sometimes the sexually disabled among us are the cause of their own "disability".You see, Beth's husband. I think he understood that it would happen again but that it had to be on my terms. I had done a lot of thinking about how I wanted to approach our next adventure. Reality is this is pretty much all I thought about. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to propose to George but had some ideas that I wanted to discuss with him. We agreed to go out to our favorite oyster bar for dinner, which was just around the corner from our apartment, and have a discussion. We were both giddy with the. Having jerked off within an hour of Susan’s arrival, Jake would be well prepared for a long, leisurely ass fuck of his former wife….just the way she liked it. Jake had excellent control and beating off in anticipation of his favorite anal princess helped assure his staying power. He would long dick the still attractive thirty-eight year old for almost half an hour. Susan would cum multiple times. ‘Now…’ Susan would whisper. Jake would accelerate his pace humping her little shitter balls deep.