She graciously invited me into the den, where she had a large pitcher of lemonade. WE sat and chatted for quite some time about who we were, and about...antiques - which I really knew very little about. She informed me she was a retired art professor at a local college, widowed for the past eleven years, and had no c***dren. As she spoke, I realized I knew her late husband to have been a business and civic leader in the city. She told me she was considering downsizing her home, and decided to. "How's it feel to have my cock up inside you?"He thrust into her again and Anna whimpered in pleasure, and then with a laugh he started fucking her. Even though Anna didn't care for him, I was happy that John was well hung, because she'd be getting something out of it at least.With everyone in the know about what was going on, it made for a pretty fucked up situation. Anna had consented to be used, and John didn't give a shit now that he was inside her, so with some prompting, he was more than. The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The man used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the corner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start humming a tune to himself. We used to go to the stall on each side of him and pretend to be having a pee. He would stop humming and say to us what the weather was like today. Remarking that we looked fit youngsters he would ask us to feel his arm muscles. Being aware of what would come. They either know or are suspicious of my being naked under the coat. Master though has been watching in the bar mirror. Our drinks fished he steps in front of me helping me from my perch, disappointment, showing on many faces, we leave to the usual calls of “good night”. As the door closes behind us and the cold still strikes the conversation in that bar goes up a notch, and a smile flits across the master`s face. He comments that “that gave them something to chat about” as Arm in arm we.