We went to the cafeteria had tea and I brought her chocolate. From then on, we started talking informally and while explaining something if she did it...wrong, I used to softly hit her or scold her. She was fine with it.Our body contact became frequent and if I needed something, I just used to push her aside and take it or while explaining if she was using the mouse, I just used to keep my hand on hers and operate it or rest my hands on her thighs or shoulders. I never thought much about it but I. He was a good looking guy, twenty-five years younger than myself.For two or three months, this would happen every time we went to the bar. On a couple of occasions, I even went braless under my t-shirt so that he could get my boobs. Gary knew nothing of what was going on. Then Ray started turning up at our villa every Monday afternoon while Gary was playing pool with his mates at Ray's bar.We never went all the way, but he loved a blow job, and I let him give me a good fingering. One night,. I turned in there, motored around the loop, and returned to the outer loop, heading back toward the entrance.As I rounded the next curve I saw the girl walking in the same direction. Of course she heard my pipes coming up behind her. She turned around and raised her hand, not in a wave this time but indicating that she wanted me to stop. She was tall, probably about 5'8 or 5'9, and slim, medium length brown hair, wearing jeans and a blue and white knit sweater which was tight enough to show. Brother Saul certainly didn’t seem to mind that she had some sort of fetish of sucking him off after one of those demonstrations of virile control. He could tell that when she tasted both his dick and the girl’s juices at the very same time, it appeared to rejuvenate her for some vigorous humping action of her own.Despite her age, which was only about forty, (His brother Saul thought any female over the age of thirty was already past prime poking period) the widow lady managed to drain all of.