We carried on doing our respected jobs when Caroline asked me if I wanted a cup of tea, I said I did. When we'd finished we went into the back room.Ca...oline was making the tea as Jean was talking to me about the church etc. She was 70 years old, widowed for six years, lived alone and the church was her life. She was 5'5", blonde/white hair, looked to weigh around 17 stone, too large for her small frame. As we sat drinking our tea and chatting about church matters I looked at Caroline and. His girlfriend got pissed and left so he drank more and when it came time to leave I convinced him he should ride home with us since he'd already had a DUI .I was driving a two seat Buick Reatta at the time although it was a very roomy it limited the seating arrangements . The three of us piled inside with my wife sitting on his lap and me , being the only one sober enough to drive , behind the wheel . Pretty soon she's squirming around on his lap and says " I think Tarzan has a banana in his. . His cock danced as he walked to me. He stroked it a couple of times and as he reached me it was already hard and slick with a thin coat of precum. Randy said, "What a good little whore. I want you to know how special you are. I am using my last Viagra on you darlin'. Are you ready slut?" His body only a cock-length away from my whorish mouth and his hands on both sides of the rear of my dark red wig. I should have been a little scared. Viagra was a game changer. Some of these older guys liked. She hated moving, but it was something she had to do. She walked across the living room in search of the towels. She heard the buzzer ring for the door. ‘Oh no! somebody is here’ she said to herself. ‘I’m buck naked and someone’s at the door’ ‘Who could it be at this time of the day’ she wondered. She had just moved in and didn’t even know anyone. She ran over to the window and looked down at the door. It was the phone guy. She immediately got an idea in her head. She was going to tease this.