At this point he didn't care though; she could be the most hideous human being on earth but she was good at the one thing he needed her to do.Tabitha ...tarted moving her head up and down on the cock, taking most of it in and the sliding it out, going a little further every time. She wasn't sure why but she unbuttoned her vest, taking it off and throwing it to the side. Her head dipped lower and lower on the cock until it was scraping the back of her throat, causing thick saliva to coat the cock.. She appeared at the door, she was barefoot, her hair was uncombed. She was wearing a short robe that barely covered that memorable tight ass, that I remembered seeing the other day. It looked like there may only be skin flesh beneath. “Oh, is it 8 o’clock already? I must have overslept!” She went back in. As I finished the front yard, I was wet with sweat and had taken off my shirt when I went to do work in the back yard. She came outside, wearing the same robe, and sat on the chaise She was. Abigail and I meet at a coffee shop, we hit it off. Abigail was extremely beautiful, 5’4, 34 C, a nice fit body. Abigail was hilarious, we shared stories of our husbands, children, and then what is missing from our lives. Abigail admitted, “Matthew (her husband) stays gone, and it seems that I get horny the most when he’s gone.” I shared the same feelings. I asked Abigail, “So what do you do to relieve the sexual tension that builds while he’s gone?” Abigail shared that. I would still fantasized about fucking her(no finesse with youngsters)i would always notice she would deliberately bend to talk to me(i reckon it was to show me her tits)some of you have aunties who do the same —–right)she got into that tactile mode,you know arms around you touching at the least thing.so looking back on it i should have seen the signs but hey who notices a mature woman when your that age??? so time went by and i would regularly wank off to her dreaming, one day i would shag.