How do you like yours”I got dressed and went upstairs and into the lounge where she was waiting with a cup of tea and a bowl of sugar.“I feel grea... – that was terrific – not a hint of stiffness anywhere.” She said “Are you sure?” We chatted, found out that she had been married in the past but her husband Paul had been killed in a car accident, and decided not to get married again. She had just retired and regreting, that she had not got a companion, had just sold her house and wanted to rent. "You are asking for trouble." "What? Should I have said no?" I said looking up at him. "Fuck, no," he replied shaking his head. "Be careful of what you are getting yourself into, especially now that you are dealing with two of them. Got to set limits and boundaries. Especially when it comes to this job." I nodded my head. He was right. If this was going to happen, I needed to be in control. I knew it would be hard wrestling control from two very controlling and dominant women, but it was the. My hands ran up and down his smooth chest with his milky white skin, relishing the feel of the boy's lithe frame. I pulled my shirt off and kicked my jeans away rapidly, leaving myself naked and hard and Matthew only in his red skirt and white cotton panties. I pushed Matthew down onto his back, and took hold of his skirt. His hips lifted up off of the bed as I pulled it off and tossed it aside. As I did this I noticed that my card game compatriots had joined us in Matthew's room. Ed was. ." She looked at me as if I was to finish it, but I didn't know what to drink to. "Another lonely night," I said as we both started to laugh a little. I couldn't help but notice the dress she was wearing. It was so sexy and her cleavage was tormenting me. Every time I caught myself looking at it I would take a long sip from my beer. We talked about stupid things: how shitty our nights were, our failed love lives, and she mentioned college but I was in no mood to talk about that. She walked.