..” I protested.She touched her finger to her lips, then unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, revealing matching white lace panties. She slipp...d off her socks, then removed her bra and panties.“And now?” she asked. “Do I look like a nun?”I shook my head, and softly responded, “No.”She came over to me and took my hand. I let her lead me to one of the wingback chairs. She pushed down my sweatpants and briefs, then gently pushed me back into the chair.Michelle knelt before me, grasped my. I slowed my pace down then turned her over on her stomach. I started fucking her from behind with her ass up and her face pressed sideways into my couch cushion. “Yes, baby. Fuck me baby. Fuck me.” She said. I was so turned on, I didn’t want to lose the feeling to a rushed orgasm. I slowed myself down again and pulled out of her. I sat down on my couch and said, “Come here baby and suck my cock.” She flipped around and grabbed the base of my hard cock. She began sucking on the head of my aching. But theymay be beyond the size where a sports bra will work anymore," and sheleft the room and returned with a tape measure and measured my chest inseveral spots. After she finished, she said that she'd stop by the mallafter school the next day and I should give her an hour or so before Icame over to her house. So after that we just listened to music forawhile and I went home. My sports bra had been so tight anduncomfortable that I just left it off till the next morning and as Iwalked home I. She found out that I was 61 years old, made a lot of money last year in some wild stock deals and had been retired for about a month. When I put the cup of coffee down in front of her I noticed that she had quit writing and was again giving me that same quizzical look."You sound like quite a catch," she smiled. "Are you are involved with anyone?"I tried not to laugh as I replied; "No, I have been too busy with my property."The questionnaire was forgotten as I sat across from her, sipping coffee.