"Want to share some wine?" I asked, to which Becky agreed and we decided on 4:00 that afternoon.Becky pulled into our driveway as I was waiting in ant...cipation. She had a pair of white jeans on with my heels and a red and white striped T-shirt. She certainly looked different compared to when she arrived here the other day! There was even a noticeable bounce in her step. I opened the door and we looked at each other tentatively. I started to tell her that she really looked good as she told me. He has short dark brown hair and emerald, green eyes. He is one of those guys that walk down the street and command a second look from the ladies they pass. Now Larry is married but lately I have felt there was some kind of trouble or undercurrent stirring things up on the home front.I am probably just the opposite of Larry. I stand about five foot ten and weigh in at two hundred and fifty pounds, none of which is discernable muscle. I’m in my mid-fifties, widowed, have salt and pepper light. We had a few cocktails together and had a great conversation. She is a professor who was visiting as a guest lecturer, at a local college. Gradually, our conversation became somewhat intimate and erotic. I noted that her summer dress was so sheer that I could see that she was wearing garters and not wearing any panties. She again thanked me for the complimenting her on her summer dress and as she did, she walked her heels up the bar stool making her knees rise above her waist. Then she. ”“Par for the course with you.”“God Jennie, the only time I’ve felt really good about myself was on my knees worshipping your pussy.”“You gave me up, remember.”“Never have; you ran off to Sevenoaks looking for a fund manager. I still cum thinking of you. If I hadn’t closed my eyes and imagined licking your pussy, I wouldn’t have played like that at the Albert Hall.”She grabbed my hand and guided it under her skirt, across her inner thigh, and pressed my fingers against her knickers. They were.