Ryan picked up a carrot and started to eat it as he leaned against the counter and watched her began to make her lunch. "So, Ms. Baker, is there a Mr....Baker... I mean, I don't see a ring? And... you're so pretty and all." Ryan felt himself blush again. He hated that.Ms. Baker looked up thoughtfully, almost sadly. "There was a Mr. Baker years ago but we've been divorced for a long time. Actually, I'm engaged again. Well, not officially, but soon." Really?" Ryan was surprised."Are you surprised. Eventuallty he shoved my head away from his lap and i got up and sat on the guys dick. he started fucking me but i couldnt even look as every time i could just see this old man and couldnt believe it. i stopped him coming inside me as no condom and went away again. again he followed me into the spare bedroom after i fell asl**p. i woke up to 60 odd year old man spraying his disgusting load on my tits. I was livid but fell back asl**p. he fucked me from behind a few hours later but he didnt have. Terry dropped to her knees and swiftly removed my shoes and socks before undoing my trousers. Too slowly for me, she first removed them and then my boxer shorts. My mind was in a spin, on the instinctive level I was loving every second, as my beautiful partner exposed my body, but there was still a bit of reality creeping in; my body was over fifty years old and in parts it showed. As I looked down at her, seeing her return my gaze, I felt ashamed of the too large paunch I carried;. Her life was about to change forever. ---------------------------------------- It was six thirty in the evening the following day and Andrea had not long come out of the shower. She stood in front of the body-length mirror in her bedroom and undid the gown. Vanity was certainly one of Andrea’s vices. Her left hand strayed between her legs as her mind wandered to her meeting with Tom. Maybe now would be good time to send him one or two candid photos on account. She let the two halves of her robe.