I love you.’ ‘We’ll discuss it tomorrow Flo. See you then. Bye.’ Hanging up I could hear her crying and I began to feel bad. I knew I had to h...ng tough on this and see how the talks next day would go. Tomorrow was a Sunday and I hoped to get some resolution on my marital problems at our meeting. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next afternoon I was at Mary’s house at 2 PM on the dot. Flo answered the door when I walked up the steps so I knew she was watching for me. She looked tired and. Shortly there was a light tap on the door and she was stood there cup in hand. Inviting her in I noticed the tan stockings were no longer evident but that didn't diminish her elegance one iota. I said that now she was here and that the kettle had boiled might she want to stay and enjoy my company for a while longer. Smiling she sat down and said ' I would, thank you' We drank and chatted more then she enquired if she might use my loo and off she went. Shortly she re-emerged and stood there in. Could I catch something from her if I fucked her? She had a great body and an attractive face. Even in the poor light I could see that she was slim with great tits that were high and firm and probably C-cups. She looked to be about 54. Her waist was small and she had a firm bubble butt. Her mound was covered with tightly curled dark pubic hair but I could clearly see her puffy pussy lips. Her skin looked like it was probably like milk chocolate. While I was thinking, she stepped close in front. Down below was a network of clean well-paved roads and a shop opposite which sold almost everything from light-bulbs and lentils to radios and radishes. A huddle of older women stood at the bus stop just by a policeman in a dark green uniform, smoking a cigarette. Radiating out for a few hundred yards were similar streets, the occasional small church and a small patch of grass where children could play. It seemed so comfortable and ordinary to Ana that she sometimes forgot she'd not always.