The knocking on the door surprised me. The January night in Iowa was cold, cold, cold.
I had already slipped out of my clothes for the dark and sat in my reclining chair, writing on my laptop computer ; it was a abruptly news report about my childhood.

Since my divorcement three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'sentence writing ; mostly on the discipline I know more about than anything else… me.
I've written 100 of account about my old hometown and my kinsperson. My nine sib provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, share with my minor and grandchildren.

"time lag on a minute !"I called to the brave soul standing on my compass north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally bare, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel sofa pant and pulled on an oversized tee shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story domicile, so I had to move my laptop's major power supply and a paw woven rug that blocked the northwards steer from blowing under it.

On the front footmark was Jo. She and her husband, jackfruit, had been my friends for twelvemonth. At one compass point, I worked with both of them in a small-scale commercial enterprise.
Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to discontinue work and become a madam of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in hobbies while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to marvel how prospicient you were going to make me abide out here. You do realize it's only nine stage and this wind is pretty hard on an old woman."

I have to tell you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, blond haircloth. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or take 5lbs… depending on her current diet and workout plan.
Jack talked her into getting a rhytidoplasty a few age ago, which still makes her look like she's in her too soon forties.

I unlatched the old cover door started to push it open up,"I only let old women come in if they know the password."

"SOB,"she smiled,"outta my way, I need that fireplace."

I helped her take out her coat, thinking I'd like to just go along disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit.

"Okay, to what do I owe this unexpected visit ? You just wanted to see my handsome human face ?"

"Pffft… ‘ handsome'… Uh, no ; that's not why I stopped by."

"Stopped by ? Oh ; you were in the neighborhood already ?"

"Don't be a turd, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of Town and I need mortal to babble to."

"Oh, I understand now ; you need to talk… and talk… and talk, and I need to heed, and listen, and listen."

She turned her back to me and faced the fire. I couldn't assist scoping out her ass in those tight ski knickers. With the bulky sweater, it was hard to take in out her low teat, though.

"Yes, I need to utter and you need to hear.
You remember the other day when you took me to peck up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third time I tried to stick the money in your shirt pocket ?"

"You mean when I took your fount in both my hired hand and told you that I don't take money from the acquaintance I love ?"

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. Right about then I sure was wanting to draw out your cheek closer and buss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn sure wanted to."

Jo turned back to face me, put her piffling hands behind her back to warm them and said,"There lies the problem, Don. I wanted you to do exactly that.
I know you've loved our family line for a long time ; and I always thought you had special feelings for me.
That day was the same day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his staff.
I would have gone straight to bed with you that day… but it would cause been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That stupid ass shit. That's all I can think of right now. My God, how in the hell can he even consider someone else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most astound woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm unplayful. You can sew your own clothes ; Cook with the best ; crochet the tiniest lace doyley ; drive nails and use a major power saw as respectable as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, sweet and considerate of less fortunate.
… best lady I know, without a doubt.
And Jack decides to hump around on you ; I may have to kick his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her nous and I could make out the pattern of her tits under her t-shirt ; her nipples already hard as my cock was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does need, why don't you just slumber with his wife ?
I like it all….."

My nous was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's little body, in every imaginable way, since the maiden day we all worked together in the storehouse. But I never intended to lay my hands on her… now she was offering me anything, and everything I wanted.

"Whew ! That was unexpected. But let me order you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her fuddled, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in infernal region I would receive made a serious liberty chit at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN love with you, but I do love you and I've wanted you for a prospicient, long time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your hand as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the morning, keep an eye on the cockcrow and stare at your expression, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up side by side to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up next to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the happiest man in Hawkeye State if you have sex with me, whatever you like to do best.
But… there's just one problem."

"Huh ? What ?"

"I always take my shower just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my rachis ?"

I had adjusted the water nebuliser just right when I felt a tap on my backrest,"Well, here it is. Not quite what you expected, is it ?"

I looked her up and down,"fountainhead, it looks like you must take in the teat of a l yr old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh firmness of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a George Bush down here,"I rubbed her pussy mound,"I kinda figured Jack as wanting a smoothy ; but I like it like this.
You have more lentigo than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our lips meshed and our natural language sought out the sweetness of the early's. No, we didn't time lag. I turned off the water system and we sprawled our wanting soundbox on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my first base objective and I covered it with kisses. Just above and behind each of her petite ears was a small slub ; left there by the sawbones who did her rhytidoplasty. It took at least ten minutes to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my tongue dwelled while my deal was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to entrust her left orb and strike on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a monolithic feat ). She came a 2nd time as I worked over the insides of her second joint with my back talk and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the angelic cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two Sir Thomas More huge orgasm, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth part cum hit her like a set of brass instrument knuckle duster.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my hair, scratched my back, dug her nails into my thighs and bucked like a PBR bull.

I shot my load deep inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the first time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to revolve her to her hired man and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank dwelling house again.
I rode her doggy style for another ten minutes before my fruitcake boiled another batch and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost reckoning, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight time. We lay in each other's arms and rubbed hands over skin, over hair, over butts, tits, dick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the night, the resonance of her phone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the middle of the Night, Jack ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't give a poop if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, thirty here and you woke me up from a deep sleep."
"amercement, then I'll see you Thursday. Good night, Jack."
"HEY, waiting ! Are you still there ?"
"Good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"jack, no, I don't want you to remember about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you prepare for this ? ... I want you to believe about finding a new home base while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

She snickered as she turned off her phone and snuggled up to me,"Maybe I will let you quetch his stupe ass. He's probably tearing up AT & T trying to get them to tuen on my phone. Let the son of a bitch worry."

She laughed a small harder,"I'll bet the bastard's dick won't even get strong for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my dick a few multiplication until it began to grow. In the dark, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's capitulum and get her tender ministrations. A few minutes later, I raised her head and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her cheek, I told her that I had fallen totally in lovemaking with her and wanted her to populate the residue of her lifespan with me.

"Don, all I really wanted to do tonight was get laid. I figured it wouldn't take lots convincing. Little did I know that my ol'buddy would show me more lovemaking in one night that my own husband has done in the last 15 years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this kind of love.
No… fuck that bastard. I'll motion in with you tomorrow"

She kissed me long and hard as she fondled my corpse hammer,"Hmmm, make that day after tomorrow… I'm not getting'out of this bed ‘ til then. ”