‘I think so yes.’ I replied. ‘I’m really pleased you asked me, I think you’re both nice people and I hope we can have some good fun too.’ ...��Great’ said Sylvia. ‘You can touch me if you like.’ I didn’t need to asked twice or even at all to be honest, I reached out and placed my hand on her gorgeous denim clad bottom and felt the difference between the exposed flesh and the denim stretched across her arse. I ran my fingers up and down the back of her legs and over her ass cheeks, up and down her. I had not been spoken to like that for a long time, he had such venom in the way he looked and what he said. I couldn't help myself, I moved my hand to my pussy because him talking to me like that, had made me feel delirious with lust. At the same time I looked at my lovely husband who had taken a seat on the plush couch. He already had his cock out and was stroking it, mainly playing with the now bulbous tip. He was looking at me in a way I had not seen before. He was loving it and so was I.. Even for a misanthropist like me the advent of a new face has its interest. I side spied at him for a while. A pleasant if slightly harassed looking guy, perhaps about twenty three or four years of age, not exactly handsome, but clean and healthy looking. I suppose the nurse in me approved. He glanced up from his food and caught me looking at him. He smiled a trifle wanly and said, ‘My f-first d-d-day here, I d-don’t know the ropes yet.’ Having been caught looking at him I softened. Dheere wo mujhe saari baate share karne lagi, main unki bahut respect karta tha. Usne mujhe bataya, ki after death of her husband, usko sex ki need thi, par ghar mein dusri marrige ki baat kisi ne nahi ki, jab ki uske husband ki death time pe wo 37 ki thi. Remarrige was possible, but unhone struggle ka rasta chuna, aur bete ko padane ke liye tuitions karni shuru ki, par kisi se financial help nahi li, Wo bio ki teacher thi, aur mjhse wo aise baate karti thi, jaise ki main unki sister hu, sex ki.