Her legs are still amazing and her face hasn’t changed that’s for sure. I can see why guys still look as she walks past even if she refuses to bel...eve me.So yes there I was again. My wife finally decided to come downstairs. Having just woke up she was still in her night shirt which in reality is just is an old t-shirt of mine. I have never really minded her taking it, although I wouldn’t tell her that, as it just barely coves her ass and if she stands on her toes – her ass nicely peeks from. I had noticed Sarah had put on a fair bit of excess weight, but that did ,t out me off as I,d developed my own “middle aged spread”. She seemed just as keen to have me feast on her hairy clam till she was oozing with juices which she Didn,t always do now she,d turned 56. I also realised her lovely crack was much looser than she,d been all those years before, but then she,d been fairly stretched by a fair few big cocks over the years. It still felt great fucking her from the rear as I could. I whimpered, my body burning, the silk webbing binding me feeling so good.“Suck it,” I whimpered, lust fogging my mind. This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be saying this but ... But her hand felt so amazing.“Mmm, but maybe I’m hungry for something else.” She rubbed the tip of my cock, sending pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My cunt clenched. My body whimpered, pulling on the silken strands holding me in place.She loomed closer to me, her eyes boring into mine. Then she smiled. Her skin rippled. You are serious, are you?" Deadly serious." I'll call him. See if he wants a date?" she grinned impishly."Maybe we should have sex just before you leave? Just to tame you down?" I smiled."What about now?" Later. Your sex drive would recover by evening and George couldn't be trusted with someone whose fuse is already smoldering." Rat!" she muttered with a smile, and grabbed the tray from me."Smoldering; HA!" I heard her giggling happily all the way down the stairs.I stepped into the shower.