However, what no one had a clue about was that I was a devoted fucker of old women. Of course, I did not play with any locals, but when shopping in th... village store, I was gently accosted by Mrs Henry. She was exactly my type: late seventies, quite fat, massive tits and she always smelt lovely. I my opinion, she would be a great fuck. But it was hands off, so to speak, as she was a local.So, it was a complete surprise when outside the shop, she said, ‘Peter, I heard form a friend of mine in. ” She beckoned me to stand with her fingertips, and began walking backward, away from me, toward the picture window. I wondered how her ass looked from outside the window, tracing heady figure eights in the heated air.I remembered the lights were off. No one could see inside. I’d actually tested it: all they saw was a reflection of the street, and themselves.Mostly.She leaned her ass against the window. The glass creaked, almost inaudibly. She brought her hands up to her breasts and held them,. I came to understand that I was grateful for that. I didn't want to be comparing them. Ginny was then and Jean was now ... and I hoped, the future as well.I spent a lot of time with foreplay before we joined. Jean was patient, probably because she was enjoying my efforts to please her. When I entered her, it was a silky-smooth reception that brought about an almost instant orgasm from her. I hadn't expected to last very long the first time but perhaps my concentration on making sure of her. Taylor stated."Is that a fact?" I asked."Yes it is." Mrs. Taylor said with a grin on her face."Oh, please, tell me this 'different angle'." I mock pleaded."Don't worry, you'll see. After Robin and I finish shopping around,we'll take care of you. Feel free to take notes." Got any paper?"From that point on I basically just followed while they went lookingaround, throwing in my opinion on an outfit I was prompted to do so.They all looked fine to me."Alright, now, on to Steph's clothes." Mrs..