She then walked me downstairs to the basement to show the apartment. It was very nice and I was already stoked about the possible move. She asked me...if I had a girlfriend and I told her yes. "What would she think about her boyfriend moving in the basement of a home owned by a lonely, divorced lady?" "Does it matter?", I laughed. She smiled. "Well the reason I'm asking is because I'm also looking for someone to satisfy me how I want to be satisfied. Of course I'm speaking sexually here. . He asked if I wanted to go to the park bathroom and clean up our cum. I said no and then slipped my finger into my drippy pussy and then sucked it slowly, telling him I wanted to keep it inside because it felt so good. We got dressed, me not bothering with my bra, and went back to driving around again. After a little while I started to get that feeling, making my pussy getting wet again! Without looking at him I just undid my zipper and took down my shorts and thong and let them drop into the. Do I dare do this? I start to back away but am caught by your mezmerizing gaze. You know what I'm doing. You know why I'm here. I stand frozen as your gaze challenges me - taunting me. Will I do it, or am I too afraid? The expression on your face stirs something inside of me. I feel the beginning smoldering of anger. How dare you think I am afraid! That is not the reason I hesitate! How dare you believe that I can not face it! My anger propels me into action and sets my focus on the. It felt so strange to touch myself there and not feel the light coat of downy softness my husband loved to stroke. But he wasn't there so it was up to me. My middle finger on my right hand started to flick across the clit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that hubby always touched. As.