What do you think?”“Well, for the fourth time, Betty, we are not a couple. Bob is someone I just met two weeks ago. He has a good head for numbers...and has owned a few houses, while I’m looking to buy my first house. At forty-two, he’s also twice my age and is merely my advisor. Is it worth looking at, Bob?”“Yes, Barb, it is. You know ghosts are a delusion, so this may be an easy entry into the market for you. Anyway, it can’t hurt to look. Oh, and thanks so much for the age reminder.” He. She let out a sigh and said "Good Lord that's a big cock you have, now I'm getting really horny. We have to do something about this situation right now. Get up and come with me." She took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed. She told me to stand in front of her as she reached up grabbing my shorts as swiftly pulling them down, my young hard cock stood straight out before her. With both hands she began stroking me as she lowered her. I slip a hand between us and, cupping her pussy, I feel her heat and wetness through her leggings. I press against her lips, stimulating her clit and undulating my fingers to work between her lips and gently touch clit, then pussy. I slip beneath her waistband and into her panties. Fingers quickly find her wet pussy, aching to be held and stimulated. Her kissing is now distracted, unfocused. I leave her in that pleasure zone and move my mouth to her rosy pert nipples whilst still stroking and. He made me promise to take care of Mother in every way (whatever that meant to me at the time) after he was gone. After the funeral and my older sister returned to college, mom asked me to spend the next couple of nights with her in bed to help "ease her transition." The first night, we both had some wine talked about dad, their life together, and she confessed to me that they had wanted to have more children after the war, but that after her second miscarriage they heard the word that was.