The conversation moved on to me, "So do you have a boyfriend these days Anna?" I was a bit surprised by this question, most old men have no interest i... anything other than themselves. "Not at the moment Mr P, can quite happily entertain myself!" I said laughing. "Im sure you can, wait until you get to my age and nothing is entertaining anymore!" "You are always so optimistic, at least you still have Mrs P to keep you busy during the week." "Well my dear, we barely talk to each other these. And waited . Her bathroom light went out and I opend my gate and sat on the steps facing her house. I laid back and started stroking my semi erect cock. Within seconds it was a fully erect 8 1/2 inch missle ready to explode. I closed my eyes and imagined her naked body walking not 40 feet from where I was sitting. Hoping she was watching from her bedroom window, I spread my legs and started stroking faster until I had the most explosive orgasm in years. I laid there for what seemed like. She briefly looked over at the window and then looked back up at me. My cock was dripping in her saliva and she again smiled at me as she pulled her night shirt off,“Fuck Me!” She lay back on the floor and opened her legs and I could see how wet she was. Like her I had gotten to the point where I didn’t care. The door was locked, we weren’t expecting company and it wasn’t as if this person could really do anything and I wasn’t about to miss out on whatever had caused my wife to turn into some. Our last attempt at fine dining together involved a little sushi bar. Jody ducked God-knows-what responsibilities to come home in the mid-afternoon and spend a couple of hours 'buffing and polishing' (her term) Carly to get her ready to go out with us.The result was truly spectacular. Carly was naturally pretty and under Jody's careful attentions she looked like something out of the pages of a magazine. She wore a sea-green silk sheath dress that set off her hair, accentuated her figure, and.