This is a story from my own horny imagination. There is no sex in this story but later installments will hopefully give you all a nice hard on. Hope y...u enjoy.No matter which way you look at it, there must be lots of 60 plus women who actually like and enjoy sex. But for whatever reason they are either: afraid to admit to enjoying it or they think they are not attractive to anyone. I suspect it is the latter. Which is the reason I set out to change that for ever.I placed ads on various date. She’s a beautiful vessel, 42 foot two masted schooner. Her white hull bathed in the pink glow o f the early morning sun. The golden browns of her teak decks reflect the still faint moon glow that is competing with the sun rays. I glance at the bow and there on the jib, drifting magesticly in the breeze is your swimsuit top. I smile to myself. I glance back at you, still asl**p on the mat, stretched across the deck. I think back once again on the magic you performed on me last night. Who is this. "It's in, Sis, are you okay?" I nodded and he began moving slowly, carefully back and forth. "Mmm, oh, this feels so good," he groaned, "is it good?" "Yeah, okay, pretty good," I said, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Then, as he went on, moving in and out, it began to feel better and better. I lifted my legs up as he began to probe me deeper and deeper. "Oh, yeah, that's better, mmm, a lot better." And it was feeling better, lots better. Soon, wonderful, actually, as I began moving under him,. " "I've never done any of those things." "Did them or thought about them." "Neither," I was sweating for some reason. "Now let's talk about something else." "Poor little Peggy," she put the spoon in her mouth in an overtly sensual act. "Always so repressed, always so proper.Haven't you ever just wanted to let your hair down and let go?" "No!" my hands were shaking and I caught myself staring at her lips, her full lips."I have some errands to run, so maybe you should just go." "Hey, I'm sorry if.