I proceeded with my tasks but before I had a chance to sip water from the second fountain, I felt the soft skin of a female hand on my shoulder. Her l...ng nails proceeded to dig into my skin and the pressure of her arm forced my head closer to the running fountain. Water splashed my face as I hear her sweet voice command me."Victor, keep drinking and don't stop until I let you up ... Ah!," she giggled, " I see you're 'up' already." It was Wanda.She was right. Beneath my white underpants I was. She thanked me smiling warmly and cast her eyes over me. I blushed a little as again I felt myself responding to her gaze.She glided past me and I drew my breath sharply as her scent filled my senses. I tried to apologise about the untidiness of the room but she just laughed gently and said it was to be expected. My clothes were strewn over the couch so she perched herself on the end of the bed, declining an offer of a drink. During the half moment I stood before her she leaned back on her. This made his cock hard. He noticed her pussy getting wetter and knew she was pulsing as he spanked. He put down the paddle and rubbed her bright red ass. As he rubbed her he spread her ass cheeks and ran his finger over her puckered bud. He played with her ass quite a while before he moved his finger to her wet pussy.As he found her pussy he then shoved her leg to the floor to spread her wider. He ran a finger over her pussy lips and her clit feeling them and tweaking both of them. She was now. We exchange pleasantries, little more than a knowing nod and a smile. That’s all I can expect from this situation. While I’m a very fit guy, hell I’m probably twice her age. Still, I can’t help myself. Her beauty is quite capturing… “Hey there handsome!” No, this doesn’t come from the beauty. It’s Mrs. Jacobson, the 78ish married woman who’s been trying to rehab her broken hip. We’ve been bantering back and forth for over a year now, playfully flirting with each other. “Just let me know when.