It was going to be a ‘seven-coat winter’. Of course the war made things worse. Many of the men had gone to the army. Some came back, blind or crip...led. It was said in the village that the French had entered Moscow. How could such a thing be possible? It must be a lie and besides, there were more pressing problems, like to how to eat this coming winter. Her husband had gone for a soldier. She knew he was dead, had felt it the day of the great battle at Borodino. They had been married less than. But he didn’t make any attempt at taking things further, and I left disappointed and a bit upset since I assumed it was my age and looks that made my lunch date realize that I was way too old for him. But still, I wasn’t looking for a partner but just a friend with benefits sort of thing. Nevertheless, as I watched him drive off I felt a horrible sensation deep within me and I have to admit I shed a tear or two and the realization that I’m just not the person I was.So, I went home and chatted. I was standing naked and told her to remove the bra, she unhooked it and pulled bra away. Her boobs were beautiful and looking so fucking sexy. I was looking at them and asked her, can I taste your big round boobs. She said, come on and opened her hands wide, like inviting me to hug her. I hugged her fast that her naked boobs were being crushed hard.I started to move my hands around her boobs. We continued to kiss hard and I moved my head down and kissed her right boob gently without touching. His rules were no underwear and he could suck and fuck any time his dick got hard. This morning he had sucked her a long time as he finger fucked her then he licked her cunt and fucked her hard and went back to her big globes. He not only liked sucking her tits but he had a photographer come in and take nude pictures of her and he had them hung in his sex room. His favorite was her legs spread wide showing her cunt and her back arched with her tits thrust out. He also had one with his cum.