A 36 I would have guessed. She looked somewhere in her forties, with laughing eyes and deeply red lips. Just those lips would have got me hard alone, ...ut the rest of her body certainly took care of it.She had fantastic, long, shapely legs in a tight black pencil skirt. It was tight enough to see the outline of her suspenders, and I caught a glimpse of her stocking top through the slit that seemed to reach up to her waist.Yeah, my cock was pretty hard before we even said “Hello”.She took a stool. "Angela smiled and moved a little close. "Honestly, the way you're looking at me! It's like you're trying to stare through my top! Don't you have a girlfriend?" Well--" You ought to have a girlfriend, Mike." Angela slid her hand shamelessly up his thigh, cupping the bulge of his prick. "To help you get rid of a big, stiff thing like this." Oh shit, Mrs. Moore!" Mike moaned as his cock throbbed violently to her touch."It's an awful big one, Mike." Angela made a soft cooing sound as she stroked. When Katie wasn’t playing sports she was conditioning her body. By the time she was a sophomore in high school, she had convinced her mom that she needed a place to work out. Margaret got her a membership at the local gym. At the gym they showed her how to use the various pieces of circuit training equipment. Katie would complete her workout every evening, and then would walk over to the weight room and observe how the serious members of the gym would work their bodies. One evening she stood. “Is she getting a little desperate?” Sylvia asked.“Don’t even think that way,” I said with a laugh.“I know you don’t get out much, but surely you wouldn’t say no to a house guest,” she suggested.“Certainly I would to my sister in law,” I replied indignantly.“I’ve see the woman in question, and I don’t believe that,” Sylvia said.“I would never even think of it,” I said.When I arrived at the entrance to the Gatehouse, I opened that gate with the smartish phone so that Sylvia could drive in. “So.