“I feel like a peeping tom,” she said as I opened the gate and she entered my scruffy patch of grass and weeds.We sat in the kitchen under the cei...ing fan and she took off her jaunty, floppy straw hat and fanned herself with it.“How long have you got?” I asked apprehensively, because although I considered it a date, perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she was having a cup of tea with a new friend while her husband did whatever it was he did.“Í told him I was going to look at some shoes,” she said. No. "Very nice," persisted Christine, "How old is he?" Oh I don't know, nineteen I think," said Valerie who then moved away leaving her friend with her big arse perched on a barstool.When Val returned with another tray of glasses Christine said, "You know he fancies you don't you?" Don't be ridiculous, I am old enough to be his mother, grandmother even," snorted Val."His eyes followed you all around the room, I think he likes your big arse," laughed the slightly drunk Christine."Yeah well, I will. ‘Are you ready for that massage yet?’ He asked. I said, ‘Yes,' with a tremble in my voice. He disappeared for a moment and returned with two large white towels. He opened one and laid it out on the floor, in front of the fireplace. He then lit the candles in the room and asked me to remove my clothes. I stripped to my briefs and stood there looking at Greg. He looked me up and down with a huge grin on his face. Then walked towards me and we kissed again. ‘Lie down on your front and I will. She quickly helped him out of his shorts and went to her back motioning her lover between her legs. He didn’t have to do anything as she guided his cock into her hungry hole.Her slender body was pressed against the hard ground as he began to gently fuck his love. “Mmm, this is nice!” she sighed pressing her pelvis to meet his every thrust.“It sure is nice!”“I bet you say that to all the women you fuck,” she teased.“I do because there’s no such thing as a lousy fuck.”“Brad!” she teasingly.