The earlier mentioned older saleswoman was standing in the open door. I can't really estimate, but I assume that she had to be between 55 and 60 years...old. She slowly looked at me from top to bottom."Well, what do we have here? A little pervert?" I...I...I don't have anything..." She put her finger on my lips with a "Schhhhhhhh!" and fully pushed herself to me in the changing room.Since I am quite small, she was bigger than me despite her age. She took my hands and stroked them, then lifted. Your elbow touches my arm, and wisps of your hair are wafted by the breeze to tickle my face. I don’t know whether it is because you are feeling a little bit chilled in the cooling breeze, or whether you just want to be held. But you lift yourself up – without a word - and slide over onto my lap, spreading your knees on either side of mine and molding your back to my chest. I wrap my arms around your waist, enfolding you to embrace you from behind. I tuck my chin over your right. She was always so glad to see me come home and I was always so glad to be there that we never reached that point in our marriage where sex became "ho hum."It didn't hurt any that Steff loved sex and always wanted to experiment and try something new. She would pick up a copy of Cosmopolitan and read an article on Ten Ways To Please Your Man and if any of those ways involved sex she just had to try it. A couple of years back she got a hold of a copy of the Kama Sutra and we are still trying the. She looked radiant and demanding. She kissed him and lightly bit his lower lip as she pumped his cock a few times. Then she grabbed his hair and with a sure, steady hand guided him down, down, down, until he was on his knees staring at her sex.When she pulled his mouth into her waiting pussy, Annie took in the last inch of the toy. The grooved end rattled against her g-spot as the nub worried her swollen clit. And oh was it swollen. An ironic and unexpected benefit of her new friend was that.