I glanced across at Julie and she just smiled at me, I smiled back eager to see how far she would go. We ate our meal without further incident and tho...ght that was the end of it, later on in the evening we all headed into town and Julie kept buying me drinks, at one point I had to use the toilets and Julie just happened to be there as I came out. Don’t get me wrong I was enjoying the attention from an attractive older woman, it was a harmless bit of fun, I didn’t think for a minute it would. So I pushed her onto her back and she spread her legs. As I slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy, she stiffened and I let out a low moan. Slowly I started pumping her and than in rhythm I pumped her harder and harder. She was moaning ummmmm yeeeesssss taslim fuck me like this nonstop yes make me you whore come on yes. I grabbed her breasts in my hands and rubbed and sucked and kissed and thrust altogether. After five minutes of tireless fucking, my friend walked by and saw us. He closed his. I put my ear pieces in from my Ipod, and listened to Nina Simone crone and wail while I traveled from shelf to shelf in a cloud of languid wanting. Clumsily, I dropped another book and with no one around, I bent from the waist to pick it up. The stretch in my hamstrings felt so good, and I just didn’t care that my heavy tits fell out of the blue wrap dress. Just then, I thought I was going to die from being startled. “Don’t move,” said a man with an almost Italian accent. I looked. Most of all I loved the way her golden locks caressed my inner thighs and balls as her beautiful head bobbed up and down between my legs. Yes, Joyce was a find, and I was enjoying every single minute. As much as this could be viewed as a relationship from paradise and a well deserved reward for putting up with Mrs. Boredom for nearly 20 years, there were a couple of areas of friction between Joyce and I. As much as most of our bedroom time would be cause for envy among even long time residents.