"Is it just knickers that you enjoy wearing?" She seemed to have moved on to different topic."No, I enjoy your.... I enjoy bras, and nighty’s too. B...sically anything sheer and silky." I see." She looked down at the floor, thinking."Okay," she continued, "I'm pretty open minded and can accept your passion for my silky underwear, but I'm not happy about your sneakiness. I want you to get over your embarrassment and dishonesty." She handed me the red knickers she had been holding. "Here, wear. She's also not wearing any shoes, I look at her bare feet, toe nails painted red to match her skirt. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever met." I say to her. "Why thank you." She blushes as she walks towards me. Somehow that makes her even more beautiful to me. "Have a seat on the bed. How are you doing today, Tim?" she asks me as I sit down."I'm doing well, a bit nervous, but well. How are you, Miss Smith?"She leans over and kisses me full on the mouth. "Quite well, thank you." she. " You, Shirley, Betty, Don and Prissy, have become some very special friends. We're over here in a corner of the trailer park and seems to be a neighborhood within a neighborhood. You three ladies have offered me something else. You've offered to be close, to cuddle, to hold each other in our sleep. That has been something I've missed for years. I really like it." Then there is you, Shirley, and sex. Isn't it funny that the three of us are all over sixty-five and talking about sex? I thought. There are still about two inches that I can't take. The mix of pain and pleasure is sending me overboard and my pussy starts to clench tightly against his cock. "I'm about to cum." I say. But he stops right before I orgasm. "Not until I say so." he says with a smile and then without warning he forces my hips down and thrusts into me hard and deep. I gasp and collapse onto him. I had never felt this pleasure before. A cock forcing its way past the second sphincter. It was too much and all I.