As we drank our coffee and sampled some of her delicious baking we found we were both separated, divorced with grown c***dren finding our way in our n...w realities. Susan was in her mid-fifties and me approaching retirement age. After a few laughs and a pleasant chat we each returned to our lives.Over the next few weeks we exchanged pleasantries in passing, each getting on with our lives. Raking the ever growing carpet of leaves and generally preparing for winter.One evening late in October. I was frightened n pleaded her not to tell. Then she said if u listen to me I will not tell. I agreed. She said stay away from Nisha, I said ok. Then she said u need to do what I say. I was victim of blackmail again; she said to close the door. I was curious n then she called me near n opened buttons of her nightie, now I could see her big boobs n she said to press them, I happily agreed, she hugged me. I was much shorter than her. Then she took me to the bedroom n made me to lick her pussy. It. Henry opened up a huge wardrobe door and selected a sheer white silk dress, that was almost totally see through. “Put this on!” he ordered, Anne blushed when she saw the look of horny excitement on my face.Henry watched eagerly as Anne slipped her dress off. I knew her bra was lace and her nipples would be clearly visible though the fabric, but what I didn’t realise that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Henry eye lit up, then he tutted and said, “That bra will never do, take it off!” Anne. I inspected the crotch area and saw what looked to be dried pussy juice. I put it up to my nose, inhaling and smelling the enchanting odor of pussy. I knew that she had worked late that Saturday morning and she had left after me. I did not know exactly how hard she had worked, but it was evident that she had done it, at "getting off"...Suddenly, I got a strange feeling, as my dick started to get hard.I had never imagined finding dirty panties from my conservative secretary. She was not so old;.