She’d endured the entreaties of well-meaning lady friends she should perhaps date younger men, but that was a concept she casually brushed aside.But...that was not to say she didn’t privately entertain the notion. She would look at younger men, some much younger, and wonder if they found her attractive. For her age, she was a very beautiful woman, well kept and athletic, tall with wispy light-blonde shoulder-length hair and a lean, angular body kept firm and shapely by her exercise routine.She. He licked her clit until it was so sensitive he could see it swell and preen with need. His tongue swiped over her opening until the sweet nectar leaked out with the need to be filled. Then and only then did he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy. Her hips bucked; Her back arched as he ate her. Her screams were fueling his desire, her flood of juices into his mouth was a pure bonus he drank hard. Moving up her body, he joined their mouths, ensuring she tasted her delicious self before he. Sometimes she wore her bra too, just that 80% of the time she’s braless. And when she’s braless, I was edgy and observing her movement, hoping to catch a glimpse of her boobs bouncing – super sexy to see her boobs moving side to side. My wife didn’t see her this way. I didn’t think my wife noticed her boobs bouncing, or her little pokies or the see-through’s – but I was sure my wife knew she didn’t wear her bra. It was just that. And she trusted me, but she didn’t know it was driving me. I got up and knocked on the door. It was afternoon, and the street seemed to be almost abandoned. As the moments pass by, I am becoming restless every second. This time I banged on the door softly. Yet, there is no response. Then I banged on the door hard.After a few seconds, the door opened. To my surprise, I was welcomed by my irritating father.“Why are you banging on the door? Can’t you wait?” he asked.“I am feeling hungry,” I blabbered something.He looked at me for a moment. I ignored him.