So this encounter is with one of her friend(don’t want to tell her name tho) who also working in Pune. I came to know about her from my neighbor tha... she is a widower and her husband died long ago. So my neighbor aunty told me that her friend really is unsatisfied and always tell her about her unlucky life that her husband died at early and she haven’t had sex till now. They are like very close friends and my neighbor aunty had told the encounter that had happened between us. So she asked me. For some reason the thought of Boticcelli's Venus, the sculpture that I selected to write about in one of my art classes came to mind. I didn't realize then but I was staring at her. "I bet you get a lot of young hunks and old farts checking you out Rose" she said as she stepped into the water and turned to face me. I was a little embarrassed thinking she noticed me staring. For a moment I had been mesmerized at the site of this classy lady in her. No fibre." He held his hand out. "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said you had a. He gets on his knees and hungrily starts sucking my cock like it was a popsicle , I blew my load within minutes of his work on my cock. I returned the favor and sucked him until he blew that hot cum in my mouth, man just what I needed a nice shot of salty warm cum to help with sleep, but I wasn't done with him yet.I stood up and got behind him and spit on my fingers and told him I want your pussy. He said yes please fuck my hole, with that I lubed his pussy with my spit and the cum I had.