She ran her hand down my belly and into my rather sparse bush. After that she very gently and sweetly fingered my pussy and stroking my clitoris. I fe...t quite excited by all this expert attention. Eventually Lynne told me that she felt the time was right and put one leg across my body and straddled me, pinned my arms down with her shins, and we prepared for her to engage her bush with my face. She was in no hurry and sat over my face with her pussy inches above my mouth. I tried to stretch my. “I think that can wait Mike,” she said, standing up and pulling her dressing gown open. The breasts that she revealed weren't over large but for her age were still beautifully shaped, and each one was tipped with an already erect nipple. Down below she had a neatly trimmed mound with a light coating of greying, blonde hair and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. Before I could say anything, she'd crossed over to the shower, taken hold of my hand and was leading me out of the bathroom and. I flinched. "Hmmm, we need you wet, we need you ready, youneed something I have."Deliriously I let her lead me to the bed and lie me down. "Roll oversweetie," she sighed. Of course, I thought, whatever you say. I did as Iwas told, what else could I do? She slid the stockings from her own legsand snaked one round my wrist. I gasped. "Trust me," she whispered andbound my wrists together with her stocking and used the other one to tiethe bind to the bedpost. I could move, I could writhe but I. As she sips the second she absentmindedly says to herself, “And it’s been found months since I’ve had sex.” We get out on the dance floor. She wastes no time and pulls me close. I feel her breasts, unencumbered by a bra beneath her dress, press against my chest. We continue this way through the next song. We sit out the next song and she asks, “Promise you won't let me drink too much . . . I don’t want you to feel you have taken advantage of a drunk woman.” I promise that I won’t take.