This is the way I remember the ladies of the 1950s, one in particular my neighbor. Her name was Grace and at the time of this story would have been ap...roximately 43 years old. She stood barely over five feet, a well-proportioned lady, with an olive complexion. She wore her curled brunette hair shoulder length with a soft waving bang drifting over the left side of her forehead. Summer months always found her in soft, translucent against the sun, button down the front cotton print dresses. As a. She flipped around and started riding me reverse cowgirl which was amazing. I groaned and watched my cock slide in and our of her tight pussy while I played with her ass. I must have slapped her pretty hard on the ass a few times she said "ouch" but she still smiled and enjoyed it and kept riding. She had the cutest little brown asshole too, I played with that as well as her full pretty sss cheeks. Finally I wanted to take control, I flipped her on her hands and knees and started to slowly pump. ”My mom said, “I suppose he did have a rather sheltered life like your father. Timmy, I hope you’re up for this. You should have rested today. Your eyes are droopy.”I yawned and said, “But if I hadn’t, I’d have been worried about them the whole time I was gone. I’m still a little worried about the two I didn’t do. But they’ll live another week. The worst they’d do is break down and have sex with someone.”“I’ll take care of any issues that come up with the girls. I realize now I should have been. Clear!’ Another shock. Aidan watched in silent horror as they tried to restore the normal sinus rhythm of her heartbeat. Thankfully her heart had gone into fibrillations – it wasn’t pumping per se, merely twitching out of synchrony. The defibrillator would restart the heart’s natural rhythm, converting the chaotic spasm of the cardiac muscles into a proper functional beat. Aidan’s own heart had almost ceased beating, drowning in a deluge of emotions that he wasn’t ready to handle. ‘V-fib,.