She dresses conservatively. But what I had seen earlierlet me know she had a killer body, more perfect than alot of young girls.Grandma passed me the ...aby powder first and asked me to“dust” her back with it. She slid her shoulders out ofthe robe as she sat in the chair backing up to the bedand dropped the top of her robe, leaning her headforward.I took the powder and sprinkled it onto her upper back.She told me then to “rub it in.”I began rubbing the powder in like I was. The married woman wasted no time in going for what she wanted. She yanked off his hoodie and unbuckling his pants in a hurry, she yanked his zipper down, pulling his stiff cock free. She took the time to admire her prize. He was big. Proportionate to his larger frame but huge in her small hands."God I've missed this." she moaned.Before he could even respond, the mature woman dove down, sucking his swollen head between her lips. Bent at the waist, her ass out, almost banging into the wall behind. I had something I wanted to keep in her and Jennifer all night, but I was truly exhausted and doubted that I could get, forget about keeping, an erection.Sleep hit me like a freight train and I awoke to the sound of the bedside phone humming instead of ringing. As I picked up the handset I could see that it was three-twenty four A.M. That gave me a shiver of fear.“Mr. President, I have the Secretary of Defense on the line...” She connected me immediately.“Sorry to wake you, Mr. President, but. I always stayed at Paul's until she had finished her swim and left. We both just drooled.She was so hot-looking that after she left, Paul and I would race up to his room, pull down our trunks and do exactly what you would do if you were a thirteen-year old guy. And just so you know, we always did our own, never the other's. No, our attraction to sex was solely girl-oriented.Now, Rita wasn't really a girl, she was twenty which makes her more of a woman but she could easily be in Playboy. Every.