Mrs. Turner wasn’t the mean hearted bitch that I thought she was.She was fifty-five years old and going through menopause. She was concerned about n... longer being able to reproduce and being washed up as a woman. Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore.At sixty-two years old I needed sex like I always have and Mrs. Turner was a means to an end.Mrs. Turner came by right on time every morning come rain or shine. Jill would say hi to her as she went to my backdoor. I thought that it was. The cold finally inspired Neil to bolt across to the relative safety of the quad and the main mess. There he found his last class had been canceled and the counselors had decided to put on a fashion show followed by a movie instead. The girls had raided some boxes of Halloween costumes and were trying to create the most ridiculous outfits, following the plot of some television show that Neil had never heard of. Everyone not involved in dragging clothing out of storage was raiding the last of. I had no idea why, but then she climbed down off of the table, went over, grabbed a beer and brought it over to me.“I read about this in a book,” she said. I looked around and was somewhat disappointed to see that Angie was putting on a lacy under cupped bra. It was pretty but…. “Take a drink Bryan.” I was not going to argue with that! To be honest, I was really needing a good drink! “After you have taken a good swallow fill your mouth with about another half swallow.” I was a little. She reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants. "My you are a big boy," she said in an almost surprised way. "Never had any complaints in that department, Lucy," Mike replied. "Well let's see what you have in there for me." Lucy opened Mike's belt and slowly unzipped his fly allowing his pants to fall to his knees. "Oh my you are a brief guy. I was sure you wore boxers," she said as she slid them down his thighs allowing his hard cock to spring free. "Oh is that for me Mike?".