While my husband had been alive sex had been almost a daily event, he had been a randy sod and had even resorted to buggery once a month during my per...ods, but now I just couldn't seem to get interested let alone excited about sex, but I did let a few men date me about three months after I became a widow, I even let a couple of them take me to bed though I got little pleasure from it.Then, when I least expected it, my life was turned around again, Luke, my son, had sat his finals and came home. I play with your nipples until they are nice and hard. I lift the blanket up so I can see your sexy body and run my fingers down your sides. You complain that somebody driving next to us will see, but I pinch your nipple hard, and tell you to be quiet and obey. I play with your sexy tits a bit more, then run my fingers down to your pussy. I feel how hot and wet you are, and play with you for a few minutes. I tell you that I want to see you cum now, so start taking care of it. You listen and. I could smell her sweet juices which made me want to hurry up and get to it but I wanted to tease her just like she did me. As I got closer to she started to grinding her hips upwards and moaning as telling me to hurry up. When I got there I ran my tongue across the wet spot tasting her she flinched with pleasure. I then ran my finger across her clit threw the material which made her go crazy. She reached down pulling her panties to the side as she watched me slowly lick the length of her pussy. Just appearing in my room dressed like that was a silent shout that I was going to get incredibly lucky. Her gaze went from my face to the cock in my hand and back again.Monique wasn't as easy to read as some of the other girls. Her face didn't show as much about what she was thinking. But those nipples were hard, and she stepped closer and closer toward me.What could I say to her to communicate how beautiful and sexy I thought she was? She deserved poetry, which I hated with the same passion.