I walked up to her home with the cover of darkness and watched from the concealment of shrubs around her front yard. Near 10;00pm all the lights went ...ff in the house except one and I assumed it was her bedroom on the front of the house. I could see her silhouette through the curtains as she undressed. For a woman I thought to be in her fifties she had a body that she kept in great shape. The shadow on the curtains showed her tits had very little if any sag to them. My cock was so hard it was. Blackmail. So does your dad know about the weed in your bag. No, and he doesn't have to...what do you want? Well me and dan could use some...attention so to speak. Hell no dan is black. What are you racist now or something. Not I have seen the videos of those black guys their cocks are huge. Dan must have gotten curious as to what was going on and came in the house about then. Joe looked at dan and said yeah were good. We moved into the living room and Joe put on some gay porn and they. The simple business of sticking a cock into her cunt could never threaten a marriage, certainly not mine, which has survived k**s, the hard times and gentle ageing.It's true that she needs to have a younger lover, someone with a bigger dick, to satisfy her growing needs as she gets closer to sixty, than fifty.Watching that eight inch cock sliding smoothy into her still quite slim slit, inside an impeccably shaved labia and pubic area, could never dim my affection.As her lower body moved in. This time he responded, “Yes, if that’s what you want.”I looked thunderstruck, at least that was the expression I was trying for. “My goodness, it’s not what I want, it’s what I want you to want. It’s a philosophical concept I like.”“Yes, it’s what I want too,” he repeated.I smiled and patted his cheek and gave him a little peck. “That’s a good boy. Now, would you like to see me put on a fashion show for you, to show you some of my outfits?”“Yes, I’d like to see you put on a fashion show.”I.