Well that’s all her trolley contained, bottles of spirits, other than a bag of dog biscuits. I guess her age was mid-fifties to late-fifties, about ...hirty years older than us. Her hair was clearly coloured to disguise her grey hair and had that odd blue tinge to it that older woman seem to go for. What caught my eye though was an expensive brand of malt whisky in her trolley, emphasised by a large electronic security tag enveloping the cap. She’d loaded up other expensive brands as well, yet no. He kept talking of what was then his future. The national team, the prestigious university, learning to fly and the fascinating science. Of the blond on his arm, prettier perhaps than she was smart, yet smart enough to worry about being left behind on top of many a slope. Soon they reached their bittersweet end. Papa no longer able to fell a pine. Mama alone in a cold new home. The government destroyed the dacha to make way for the Olympics. He won a medal there and kept dashing forward. He. I'm not that old honey." Old hell Patty, you're not old at all, you could be Peggy's sister. I find you damned attractive, damned sexy. I shouldn't be thinking of doing the things I am with my wife's mom. But that isn't going to stop me. Thinking about it or more."And I leaned over and kissed her again with even more tongue. She responded. We were in a round booth, as close as we could get. My hand covered her full breast lightly at first, then more firmly with a soft squeeze. Then again just a. You cry out, to which she replies by caressing your back and legs, feeling my rhythm shudder through your body. With my hands on your hips, pummeling you, you look back and whimper to her, "I want him to cum in my ass."She stares at you for a moment, then reaching her small hands between my legs takes hold of my balls. She rolls them back and forth in her fingers, and the pain is almost as great as the pleasure of releasing a massive load of white spunk into you. I quiver when she stops.