Instead of stopping, I lean down and take the left nipple in my mouth. I lick it roughly and then nibble it just enough to make her groan. Before I ca... move to the right one she puts a strong hand under each of my arms and sits me up on the counter. This puts us at eye level as she pulls my robe off exposing my breasts to her hands and mouth. Looking down I see her massive cock making quite a tent in the front of her boxer shorts so I tell her to drop them. When she slips them off that. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Wilson came to the door. I was already sweating from pushing my mower from my house to hers with the gas trimmer resting on top and a bag slung over my shoulder with a few shearing tools. She opened the door. There she stood, dressed in a two piece bikini and nothing else. At forty Mrs. Wilson had no kids and it showed. She had the body of a bomb shell. Her hour glass shaped and toned thighs and abs, though not wash board abs, were easily the envy of younger women. “Not that I mind that you called! Like Jess said, we will help you at any time!”“Well ... If I interrupted things, maybe I should do something to make it up to you...” she said. I didn’t know what she meant, but she slipped out from between Jess and I; she got up onto her knees and turned to face me.Without saying a word, she put her hands on my chest and gently, but firmly, pushed me down to the floor. The unexpectedness of it prevented me for resisting.In the next moment, I figured out her. He didn’t know Prudence’s either. But he’d noticed that both women had young children ... and no man. That suggested both still had reserves of passion in them. Both were good women, but he was fascinated with Mirriam. He’d met about half her family since he’d been in town, and he was impressed with all of them.“Of course, if you’re just not interested,” he said, “that’s a horse of a different color. But I don’t think your relationship to the B&B should have anything to do with it. I’m.