"Ed howled. I liked Ed. As a friend, but I liked him. I appreciated people who were free and easy about stuff. "Hey, we'll just schedule it," Ed said...."We have the seventh-inning stretch, right? Well, we'll just pencil in the fourth-inning screaming cum. On the mound." The fourth inning," I said through my giggles. "And the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh..." Gives a whole meaning to the term 'call for relief', doesn't it?" Ed laughed. We were rolling right then. Except for Mike. He was. It might start in my mind but ends up as a hard-on in my pants. I would like to do something about it other than masturbate.My wife isn't like the older women I seem to read about in the stories. The ones who just can't get enough. Has a bunch of young studs take care of her. Mine is one of the mature older women who keep themselves neat, clean and still pretty modest. Because of past illnesses she doesn't have any sex drive any more. She tells me that that part of her life is over. Her life is. She saw that and joined me in the shower without changing her clothes.We were kissing like mad dogs and I made her loose her all clothes and was kissing her necks and she was moving her hands on chest and then I moved my lips to her pink nipples and started kissing the right one and was sucking as if a baby was sucking and she was moaning very loudly and started saying,.. bass ab aur wait nhi ho rha aao bed pe chle and I followed her instruction, she was ahead of me and when I was about to go. I don’t remember her being that busty back in school. She caught me looking and just smiled at me while sucking on her pen as she was reading through our policy. She repositioned herself to give me a better view, and I swear she had nothing on beneath the gray jacket. I believe this supposedly shy quiet lady was actually a little sexpot underneath her businesslike exterior.I couldn’t hold back anymore as the subtle flaunting of her boobs was really getting to me. I had to mention how beautiful.