At sixty-five, I found myself financially quite well off, but widowed and alone. For three years, I enjoyed retirement and mourned my dead husband. Th...n came my fiftieth class reunion.My home town and high school was in the heartland--central Indiana. I flew back, arriving at the nearby regional airport just after noon that Friday. I rented a car and drove the ten miles to Centerville to check into the motel room I 'd reserved. I quickly checked in and then rode the elevator to my third floor. ” When our pubes meshed I came and came and came. I reached down and rubbed her clit to a climax for her. “We do again?” she asked. I nodded and she smiled bigger than I had ever seen on her face.She woke me in the night and I lasted much longer, getting her off with my cock that time. Sleep had rarely been so much fun or so peaceful.We had to rush in the morning to get to the commuter train on time and couldn’t talk privately until we got home that night. I sure had lots of questions.I opened. The redheaded lady lawyer was a native Californian by the name of Crystal Cummings and I could literally inhale the scent of her male-seeking heat under that mesmerizing blouse with no hint of a restraining bra’s presence at all in any direction. My hand on her ass was burning with desire and I knew my erection was ample evidence of my heterosexual leanings in matters of sexual preference. If it were not for the presence of Ramon and the other employees, I would have nailed her on top of my. This time it was Miss Evans and she closed the door quietly and walked towards me. “I had to explain to Mr. Davies about your detention,” she started, “about why you had been so naughty in class and why you were now here with me.” I became a little frightened as I imagined Miss Evans telling him what had happened between us and what detention had meant to me so far. I slowly came to realise that Miss Evans must have made up some excuse. Miss Evans positioned herself in front of the desk for a.