The whang on the room access surprised me. The Jan night in Iowa was cold, moth-eaten, cold.
I had already slipped out of my dress for the nighttime and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop computer ; it was a short account about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'prison term authorship ; mostly on the subject I know Thomas More about than anything else… me.
I've written hundred of stories about my old hometown and my family. My nine siblings provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, plowshare with my children and grandchildren.

"custody on a minute !"I called to the intrepid person standing on my Frederick North porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally naked, enjoying the heat of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge bloomers and pulled on an oversized t-shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story base, so I had to affect my laptop's power supply and a mitt woven rug that blocked the north breaking wind from blowing under it.

On the front step was Jo. She and her husband, Jack, had been my booster for years. At one point, I worked with both of them in a small business.
diddly-squat had invested in another venture and had become quite affluent. He finally convinced Jo to depart body of work and become a gentlewoman of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in spare-time activity while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to marvel how longsighted you were going to spend a penny me brook out here. You do realize it's only nine degrees and this current of air is pretty severely on an old woman."

I have to assure you that Jo is hardly an old woman. She's 52 with slightly graying, light-haired whisker. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or take 5lbs… depending on her electric current diet and exercise design.
laborer talked her into getting a rhytidoplasty a few years ago, which still makes her look like she's in her other forties.

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

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

I helped her take away her pelage, thinking I'd like to just keep 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 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 poop, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of Ithiel Town and I need someone to talk to."

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

She turned her back to me and faced the fire. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those tight ski pant. With the bulky perspirer, it was severely to take a crap out her diminished tits, though.

"Yes, I need to talk and you need to take heed.
You remember the other day when you took me to find fault up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the thirdly meter I tried to stick the money in your shirt pocket ?"

"You mean when I took your case in both my hands and told you that I don't take money from the friends I love ?"

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. Right about then I sure was wanting to perpetrate your face finisher and kiss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn sure as shooting wanted to."

Jo turned back to face me, put her footling 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 for a long time ; and I always thought you had particular look for me.
That day was the Lapp day I found out that Jack was screwing one of his stave.
I would have gone straight to bed with you that day… but it would have been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That stupid person ass by-blow. That's all I can consider of right now. My God, how in the hell can he even count somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most amazing char I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm serious. You can sew your own clothes ; cook with the best ; hook the tiniest lace doyley ; drive nails and use a power saw as good 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 diddly-shit decides to bonk around on you ; I may have to recoil his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her perspirer over her head and I could piddle out the shape of her tits under her t-shirt ; her mamilla already hard as my rooster was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does need, why don't you just catch some Z's with his wife ?
I like it all….."

My mind was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's footling consistency, in every imaginable way, since the outset day we all worked together in the store. 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 state you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her head,"There's no way in hell I would make made a severe qualifying at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN beloved with you, but I do make love you and I've wanted you for a long, long time.
I want to be the guy that enjoys holding your handwriting as much as rubbing your ass… and I luuuuv your ass.
I want to look at you in the morning, find out the cockcrow and stare at your face, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to wake up next to my beer belly, but I sure would like to wake up future to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the happiest man in Iowa 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 bear in mind washing my back ?"

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

I looked her up and down,"Well, it looks like you must have the mammilla of a fifty year old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the fresh firmness of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her pussycat mound,"I kinda count on Jack as wanting a smoothie ; but I like it like this.
You have Sir Thomas More freckle 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 sweet of the early's. No, we didn't wait. I turned off the water and we sprawled our wanting eubstance on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my first-class honours degree accusative and I covered it with kisses. Just above and behind each of her tiny ears was a small-scale grayback ; left there by the operating surgeon who did her rhytidoplasty. It took at least ten arcminute to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, knocker, where my knife dwelled while my bridge player was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave her left orb and motivate on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her slit ( trust me, it was a monumental feat ). She came a secondment time as I worked over the interior of her second joint with my brim and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the sweetest cunt I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two to a greater extent huge coming, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth cum hit her like a set of face knuckles.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my fuzz, scratched my binding, dug her nails into my thighs and bucked like a PBR bull.

I shot my load recondite inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the inaugural time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to roll her to her hands and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggy style for another ten minutes before my egg boiled another batch and blew it against her womb.

We both had lost count, but Jo said she thought she had cum eight times. We lay in each early's munition and fret hands over skin, over hair, over tooshie, boob, dick, labia and assholes.

We slept…

Somewhere during the Night, the ringing 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 cave in a dump if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, XXX here and you woke me up from a mystifying sleep."
"Fine, then I'll see you Th. Good night, Jack."
"HEY, WAIT ! Are you still there ?"
"good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"Shit, no, I don't want you to imagine about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you cook for this ? ... I want you to think about finding a new domicile 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 kvetch his stupid 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 little harder,"I'll bet the shit's dick won't even get hard for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my tool a few prison term until it began to grow. In the wickedness, I felt her rim encircle ol'Fat Boy's head and begin her tender ministrations. A few minutes later, I raised her head and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her buttock, I told her that I had fallen totally in erotic love with her and wanted her to live the residual of her life with me.

"Don, all I really wanted to do tonight was get laid. I figured it wouldn't take much convincing. Little did I know that my ol'pal would show me more love in one Nox that my own husband has done in the finale fifteen years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can live together forever, as far as we have this form of love.
No… fuck that love child. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

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