Just so you know, I understood that it was Cynthia who didn't like my company very much. When you two had been married for a year or so, she made it c...ear that she considered me to be a bad influence on you and didn't plan on letting you get out here very often.I'd be lying if I said that it didn't bother me. Your mother was the daughter I never had the chance to have and you were like a grandson to me. I'd always wanted the best for you and at first I was devastated when you didn't come to see. Suddenly, things which had been murky were clear, but things which I thought had been clear, were now murky.“You’re referring to Jocelyn, aren’t you?”“If your mind went THERE with that simple question, then I daresay you can’t complain that I was telling you what to do.”I smiled and laughed softly, “No, I can’t. You asked the question that got right to the point. I think I understand what I was feeling now. Well, a little more, anyway.”“Did you spend the afternoon at April’s? I know from the. .." she winked, and this time she went back down to my cock for real. I grabbed her head and started pumping it up and down my shaft, all the while she was getting more and more spit up and down my cock. Then we moved into a 69, which was not too easy with such a plump lady!!!, but we managed and she had the most gorgeous pussy - I could have stayed playing with it with my tongue all night, but she wanted to move things on. "Hang on" she said as she got off the bed and made for her handbag, out. She sticks her hand down my pants and massages my bulge. She used to run track, the relay, so she knows how to handle a baton. Our kissing intensifies, more aggression, our mouths are like lions wrestling, she purrs, I roar as the dominant male. The juicy wet smacking turns us both on, I can feel her nipples harden. I slip off her panties as she takes off her bra. I still cannot believe that body belongs to a woman of that age. Unreal. I slip my clothes off letting my bobbing shaft feel.