I told her that I now had several stories published, but would not tell her where to find them. I wouldn’t want her to think I am some kind of perve...t, writing erotica in my dotage. I am sixty-one, writing came late to me and I have tried to make up for lost time since. I eventually agreed to let her read one of my stories, putting it on a memory stick so she could read it at her leisure. “The Office” is a piece I wrote about a year ago, is humorous, but also tells the tale of a young man in an. Mrs King with her lovely tits. And wistful smile. Yeah, don’t forget that almost enigmatic smile she displayed at times during quite moments and even when she appeared to be thinking about something he’d said. Ooooooh. She looked certain to be a great fuck. Yes, Mrs King was the most interesting woman he’d encountered socially for a very long time. ‘You are yummy Mrs King,’ Radford yawned. * * * Returning from the bathroom and finding Luke rolled over and already sleep, although it was only. She moaned with delight and gently stroked his hair as he continued to feed on her femininity.”Oh God ……oh baby…..oh…please…oh….. She cried as all of the pleasure points erupted inside of her like one big explosion. She lay back on the couch with her eyes closed and chest heaving as he lapped up all of her juices. When she opened her eyes she was looking directly into his face and was aroused to see it covered in her juices. She licked his face and savored her flavor as they reoriented. I press my clenched fist over her mound crushing her clit down hard towards my thrashing cock. Then back up until she's stretched open tight. Over and over, like an old school washboard. This is getting her worked up, and me too! But my back is killing me. I have to lay her down.With her back on the couch, she brings her knees up and back. Open for me. I lay between her legs, my body on hers. My cock find her and enters. Held between her legs and wrapped in her arms. This is heaven.We kiss,.