"I love to fuck ass." Give it to me; I love to get my ass fucked," I answered. I turned back to the tree and braced my shoulder against the trunk.He s...epped up behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass, teasing my hole. He slid it between my legs, nudging my balls. He stroked between my legs a few times, then guided his cock into my dripping hole."Mmmmm," he moaned as his cock invaded my ass."Umph," I groaned as his cock bottomed out.He pushed down on my back, forcing my ass. My son is in Mumbai and due to go to UK soon, and my daughter is married and in the USA. Being a widower it is quite easy to mix up with the opposite sex of a similar age group. I am very interested in playing Bridge which is a card game requiring some skill and intelligence. I must say it is played very seriously and is the place where mature older woman are going to be passing their time and selectively socializing. Bridge tournaments are organized and played in various cities and countries. I can feel him staring atme the entire time."Oh no," I say.He moves in next to me saying, "Let me try it"The lock continues to flash red."Looks like the ice and the jolt messed up the magnetic strip on thekey."He looks me up and down one more time and says, "I do not want to makeyou late for your date. I know the front desk clerk and I will run downand get a replacement card key."Before I could say anything he leaves. I set the ice bucket down andnervously wait for him to return.He comes back. He hoped he would not have to use either.Wanda awoke to the feeling of something rubbing against her crotch. When she opened her eyes she saw Adam running his fingers along the camel toe of her panties. Her shorts were down around her ankles and he had pulled her panties up tightly so the shape of her cunt was showing through. "What are you doing, Mr. Blancher?" she gasped.He put a finger to her lips and shushed her. Then he handed her a cup. She did not think before drinking it. The taste was.