“Oh you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she said as she admired my length and girth.I just smiled as she fixed her gaze on my cock. She started of... with long slow strokes and slowly tightened her grip. She traced her finger over the tip of my cock and played with the precum that I had already worked out of my cock. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked it. “Mmmmmm, so sweet!” she said.She slowly started stroking my cock harder and faster. Working her hands expertly across the length of. But suddenly there was a more serious worry for me; my husband Danny was seriously ill! With any moderate exertions, Danny became unnaturally short of breath! A clear sign of a failing heart. The doctor said his arduous work at the mine had been a contributing factor. The tests Danny trawled through, resulted in the need for a major heart operation; and one he may not necessarily survive! He would be in hospital for a number of days and I would be with him, especially through the overnight. She returned into the room, and I was dismayed when I realised I could no longer hear anything. It was then that I made the bravest decision I have ever made. I stepped away from the trees, all the while looking up at the window, at made my way to her front door. My hand was shaking as I knocked twice, gently. Looking up at her window, I saw movement, and seconds later, the window opened once more. She looked down at me, and hissed 'what do you want, who are you?''I was enjoying listening to. Then came the tongue, across my belly, about where the hair would have grown. Back and forth, back and forth as his fingertips stroked my left upper leg. His tongue and his fingers reached my pussy at about the same time. No one had ever been that good; never have I felt so stimulated. He lubricated his fingers and his mouth salivated on the hood of my clitoris. He was finger- fucking my pussy. I had to stop; we had to stop. He understood. Karl, you say that I should reciprocate when we do.