He told me about his wife who died three years ago after being married 47 years. Today would have been his 50th wedding anniversary and he wanted toce...ebrate it with a woman. I looked at the clock, 2:50. "Can I call you Martha?" He asked. "Just for today. That was her name." Sure, you can call me whatever you want to. It's your money," I replied not realizing how insensitive that must have sounded. He smiled anyway. I reached for his cock. It was soft and spongy. Slipping my hand inside the leg. Light brown hair was every where, and it was long! That was almost a deal breaker. I always imagined and neat, well trimmed bush like my girlfriend has. But then I saw pink! I could see her lips, her pussy was wet and open and ready for me. I will never forget the way she smelled. She climbed back on the bed and mounted me, lowering herself down ever so slow. Her pussy was tight and felt amazing. She started to fuck me. I played with her clit as she rode me. She quickly came, she came hard. As. Like every ones childhood I too had a love story and later came to know it was just affection. So after many years I found my old love Nisha on FB and messaged her. We daily had conversations for hours during nights and we used to laugh how silly the school times were. One day I asked her to meet in GVK mall, it was Sunday and many of the rich girls came in hot shorts and dresses. And there came my friend in a jeans and kurti. I said u look good but the girls in the mall are hot and sexy. She. I could clearly see where June got her looks. "Now mom why turn red? You're a whore just like your daughter." I said as I clicked the remote once again. The latest slide show was nudes of mom along with some NSFW chats with random men from the internet. She tried to speak but nothing came out as she cried. "Billy boy, we are going to have sex ed class. Now you see you don't just knock a girl out and fuck her you take you time and please her. Now you are going to mimic me. Every detail,.