I put on some music and she sat back a bit more into the couch, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. She had pulled up her feet on the couch and ...bviously liked how it felt under her fishnets. Before anything could go any further my conscience was dying to know, so I asked, “so… how old are you?”“how old do you want me to be?”“mm you are an interesting girl, quick with your responses, and I am really enjoying how this is going”“so am I, and let’s not think about age as much as about how we. But the itch was somewhere deep inside. I was desperate. I inserted it slowly by spreading and lifting one of my legs. It was difficult but i was fully supported by the body of the young man. He washolding me with one of hands. Slowly it went in, inch by inch and never counted how many inch it was, spreading me to the limit till it reached the end of my tunnel. We allowed it to rest there and pulled each other in the name of the support. The movements were taken care by the jerks of the bus and. Getting up, he held a chair out for her and then poured some coffee in a mug for her and topped off his own. Going to the stove, he filled a plate and set it in front of her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She didn't see the wink in Billy's direction and was taken completely by surprise when James bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Billy laughed out loud and Leanna blushed all the way to her hairline.'James and 'Anna kissin'! Now 'ur gonna have babies!', Billy squealed with. She lived on her own and my wife was quite pleased if I did a few odd jobs round her house, cutting grass etc. Weeks had passed since the wanking incident and to my relief nothing had been said. I had been cutting the grass in her back garden and was tidying up when she asked me if i wanted a drink, I declined and said I needed to get home for a shower as I was dusty and sweaty after mowing the substancial lawn. Rose (not real name) asked if I would like to take a shower there ? I thought why.