Well there has been an older woman. By older i mean 60 to 62. Shes about 4'11" taĺl with huge tits and dressed like a queen every sunday. Well last w...ek her house burned down. So i offered to let her use my basement suite. So low and behold saturday night the tap in the tub stuck open. I answered my basement door to her knock. She was dressed in her housecoat with a towel wrapped around her underneath. Crying the tub wont stop filling. So i put on my house coat and came down. With my tools.. I walked across the hall to interview the husband and was stopped by Stan who'd obviously been watching on the monitor and waiting for me."What are you doing Fogerty?" he asked me. "That's the victim. She didn't do anything wrong." That bitch is squirrely as hell," I spat. "Check her purse, I'll bet it's full of nuts. And Stan my gut tells me that her purse ain't the only thing around thing around her that's had a few extra nuts in it." Fogerty, please don't start any shit here," whined Stan.. Bloomers formed over her thong, and the skirt pleats appeared, spinning around her body, drawing closer to her until they attached at her waist. Ankle socks and boots formed around her feet. Her hair blew wildly behind her, then came together and wove itself into a single braid down her back, secured with a red hair tie. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet. Then he took a deep breath and made his finger as straight as it could be. And pushed it all the way in – all the way to the highest knuckle. Then out. Then in. Then out and in. In time with his strokes he pumped his cock, his face burning his lungs gulping for breath as he stared at the wonderful pussy in front of his eyes. Baz watched with a smile as his wife’s pussy was invaded by the single digit. ‘Slow down now.’ He said. ‘Fold it up, your finger. Touch the front wall. Then roll it around.