I tended my yard work adjacent to the neighbors driveway and garage where the staging took place. The boxes were set out according to room labels on ...he box. I saw the leader of the moving company going over the inventory with the petite, latently hot wife. The husband seemed intimidated by the men and wouldn't keep solid eye-contact with any of those men longer than a second. He wouldn't notice how they laughed as he turned away from them immediately when asked a question. They began to taunt. This made her gasp, and I attempted no further until she had relaxed a little. Her tiny pussy muscles were going wild at this moment, as they were clamping and gripping my heard older cock, so I adjusted myself and pushed my cock deeper into her, about another inch or so.Every time I went to push a little further she began to cry, so I had to be content with easing back a little before any further attempts. Without trying to go any further, I just let my cock rest inside her, feeling every bit. She was 39, which was 27 years my senior, I couldn't stop staring and I'm sure my face was beet red. She smiled and pointed to the bedroom across the hall. I dropped the k** off and by then she had shut her door. Over the next few weeks when ever I was over I would wait for her to go up to bed and then try to time it to go to the bathroom to catch a glimpse of her undressing. Because of the way the stairs and the solid railing was, as soon as I could see her door I was fully exposed so I had to. This time she was wearing a red spandex mini dress, with an obscenely short hem line and matching red heels of about 5". Her make up was fixed, and her wig combed. The lines of a viciously drawn corset could be seen under her skin tight dress, giving her an hourglass shape. She teetered out, still visibly shaken from her previous ordeal. Dropping slowly - and painfully - to her knees in front of the teenager, Sue beamed and said "Now just try getting a guy from the football team to do that!".