You'd be casual too, if you were getting sucked and fucked twice a week by a grown up woman who truly seemed to be in bed with you just for the fun of...it. I didn't realize it at the time but Martha was turning me into super stud. I burned through the easiest of pickings in our school and was working on Tammy, who was really playing hard to get. Best I could get out of her was a half assed blow job that was really more hand than mouth. The other was that I was learning by watching. Even though I. She finished her coffee more assured now. “Where is bath room? I shall use it.” I took her inside and showed the bath room. While she was in there, I moved her big bag back to another room and cleared other things from the hall. Move her sandles into the shelf at the base. Then I moved back to bed room to take out my digital camera and accessories. I pushed back the window curtain, closed the window shutters fitted with ground glass. There was enough light for shooting good pictures. But space. Tall, with a firm body women half her age would be proud off. Why did she bother, why spend the two hours every morning jogging and working out? She might as well stop it, drink more and eat more. That way she would fit in nicely with most divorced women her age around town.She longed for a man to hold her, to kiss her, to hear him say she was pretty and beautiful. To touch her body, kiss her nipples and then, kiss her down there. She looked down at her pussy. Fuck, she thought, she hadn’t. I laid all my things out on the bed and slipped into a purple satin robe to do my makeup. I always try to be slinky when I do my makeup. I get so turned on as I do my face and lips but this morning, I was so fucking horny knowing I was doing my make up to be fucked. My cock was rock hard, throbbing and dripping. I think I know what women feel like doing their make up before they know they are being fucked. I had practised over the weeks with dildos and butt plugs and I put a nice thick plug.