"er yeah actually i said with a slight laugh" pulling down her dress to reveal a strapless bra she said "here then have a proper look" as she did this...my cock started to throb in my tight grey trousers, was i getting turned onby a 51 year old women, fuck yeah, it was her confidence something younger women dont always have, for once i didnt have to make the first move.She pulled my had up over her large breast and squeezed my had grasping it tightley,the throb in my trouses was noa full hardon,. I didn't have a garden, but used a folding clothes airer to hang my washing out, which was almost daily due to the heat and my habit of keeping myself busy by doing little bits of washing regularly.When I was cleaning my windows one day I noticed that there was a brilliant reflection of the neighbours balcony which was almost like a mirror, and so I got to know the angles and positions from where I could get the best view without obviously looking.When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and. .." You naughty little boy. Now, now, I wouldn't want to wear you out Hon."You walk over to me, slowly. You look me deep in the eyes. You size me up and down, and can't help but giggle. I is somewhat handsome with long brown hair that lays over my shoulders. You could get lost in my blue eyes, that remind you of the skies on a bright sunny day. I stand there, trying to look quite aloof, and proud, yet you can't but sense that I am a soft, and caring person. "Hrmph! funny?" No, just fun. So,. " I said breathlessly. I didn't want him to see my scars; they were everywhere, just the result of 11 months of hell."Baby, you're beautiful to me. No scar could ever make you ugly to me," he said as he managed to get my shirt off and over my head. It wasn't until he stopped to look down before he realized the extent of the scars. "Baby what happened" he asked with an edge to his voice."An ex boyfriend liked to use me for target practice and his personal punching bag. Don't worry you don't have.