The whole timethinking how clean his cock smelled. Isn't that a weird thing to thinkabout? I kept waiting for a moan from him, but heard nothing. Myhe...d was gently hitting the wall as I sucked up and down his cock.Then, he was pulling away. There I was on my knees looking through thehole, wondering where he was going. I didn't get any cum. Not in mymouth, running down my hand or splattered on my chest. I was a sad little slut.I didn't wonder too long though, there was a huge cock right next to. Soon, as if biting the forbidden fruit, I slippedinto a black satin gown that laced up the sides. I admired myself inthe mirror then decided my white stockings didn't suit. I rolled onblack fully fashioned stockings and slid into her black feather trimmedslippers with four inch heel. I felt so sexy and strong. I added blacksatin gloves and a sheer feather lined robe to my outfit and posed infront of the mirror. I was so aroused. I found myself on the bed, legs spread wide, touching myself.. I used my right leg and left arm to push myself through the belt around my chest and got free of it and the chair. I felt a tug as something pulled on the bum leg, but I just ignored it. Sally needed me. I swam up to her and grabbed an arm and swam to the shallow end where I could use the good leg to push on the bottom and somehow got to the stairs in the corner of the pool. When I got there, I sat down and pulled Sally into my lap to check her out. She wasn’t breathing, so I immediately. Her hair was turning gray and I guessed that she was probably pushing 60 or so. But I could tell that she was also somewhat fit, a little bit overweight but not too much, an attractive, slightly overweight 60-year-old woman. She was a widow. Although I was quite young at the time, and there was probably 40 years difference in our ages, there was something about her that made me horny. I worked in the yard and as the day progressed, I was getting hotter and hotter. Frankly, I liked showing my.