”In his head though, he knew this old woman wouldswallow his 10″ dick, even if he had to rip her “eerth”off to do it. With tha... he pushed her back into a seatat the table.“Open wiiiide,” he lilted.Instead, Helen merely kissed the head of the big, blackpiece of fuckmeat before her. She knew that Rufus wasgoing to impale her throat and she wanted to get asmuch of his musky smell in her nose as possible, lovinghis intoxicating scent.Rufus though had other plans.. The rate of her breathing was now much more rapid, she was almost gasping for breath. I reached between our bodies, finding the buttons of her top. She didn't offer a protest as I began to unfasten them. Then my hand reached inside to her breast. She was wearing the flimsiest of bras, the material so thin, it was almost like feeling her bare flesh.Her nipple was growing, stiffening under the pull of my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, leaning back against the tree behind her. My other hand. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs,. Now my fingers have complete access to her pussy and soon her hips are jerking back at me to her orgasm."Oh my," she sighed.I removed my hand from her knickers and gave her tits a final squeeze and then a farewell kiss.Back downstairs I've not been missed, even though I must have been upstairs for a good fifteen minutes or so. In the next hour I won well over £50 to make up for my earlier losses. Sandy came in now and again to bring more booze and titbits and every time she did she gives.