The knock on the door surprised me. The January night in Hawkeye State was cold, common cold, moth-eaten.
I had already slipped out of my apparel for the night and sat in my recliner, writing on my laptop ; it was a short circuit floor about my childhood.

Since my divorce three years earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'metre writing ; mostly on the subject I know more than about than anything else… me.
I've written century of stories about my old hometown and my family. My nine siblings provided tons of memories that I want to, someday, part with my tiddler and grandchildren.

"time lag on a bit !"I called to the brave soulfulness standing on my Second Earl of Guilford porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally naked, enjoying the warmth of my fireplace, I grabbed my washcloth sofa knickers and pulled on an oversized tee shirt. I rarely use that door to my old twp-story home, so I had to run my laptop's index supplying and a hand woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it.

On the front whole tone was Jo. She and her husband, Jack, had been my friends for years. At one power point, I worked with both of them in a small business.
Jack had invested in another speculation and had become quite wealthy. He finally convinced Jo to drop out work and get a lady of leisure time.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in hobbyhorse while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to wonder how farseeing you were going to make me stand out here. You do realize it's only nine academic degree and this wind is pretty hard on an old woman."

I have to tell you that Jo is hardly an old womanhood. She's 52 with slightly graying, blonde hair. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, fall in or take 5lbs… depending on her electric current diet and exercise programme.
diddlyshit talked her into getting a facelift a few eld ago, which still makes her tone like she's in her early forties.

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

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

I helped her remove 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 fine-looking 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 crap, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need someone to talk to."

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

She turned her back to me and faced the flack. I couldn't help scoping out her ass in those close ski bloomers. With the bulky jumper, it was hard to make out her small pap, though.

"Yes, I need to tattle and you need to listen.
You remember the early day when you took me to break up up my car and I tried to pay you ?
Remember the third time I tried to stick the money in your shirt scoop ?"

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

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. mighty about then I sure was wanting to pull in your typeface finisher and snog you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn certain wanted to."

Jo turned back to front me, put her short 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 foresightful prison term ; and I always thought you had peculiar feelings for me.
That day was the Saame day I found out that jackstones was screwing one of his staff.
I would get gone straight to bed with you that day… but it would ingest been out of revenge."

I sat down and leaned back,"That dullard ass bastard. That's all I can believe of right now. My God, how in the Inferno can he even count somebody else when he has you ?
Jo, you are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm serious. You can sew your own clothes ; Cook with the best ; crochet the tiniest lace doilies ; crusade nails and use a might saw as commodity as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, Sweet and considerate of less fortunate.
… best dame I know, without a doubt.
And doodly-squat decides to fuck around on you ; I may experience to kick his stupe ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her sweater over her header and I could realise out the figure of her boob under her T-shirt ; her tit already hard as my cock was getting.
"So, instead of kicking his ass, which he does require, why don't you just log Z's with his wife ?
I like it all….."

My idea was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's little soundbox, in every conceivable way, since the offset day we all worked together in the fund. 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 enjoin you something first."

I stood back up and stepped toward her. I put my implements of war around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her headway,"There's no way in hell I would accept made a dangerous flip at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN making love with you, but I do love you and I've wanted you for a long, farseeing 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 cockcrow, keep an eye on the sunrise and stare at your look, 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 fire up up next 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 exhibitioner just before I go to bed and I haven't had one today. Would you mind washing my backrest ?"

I had adjusted the water spray 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,"Well, it looks like you must have the tits of a L twelvemonth old, not a teenager. No, I wasn't expecting the novel firmness of a teenager, either.
I'm surprised you have a bush down here,"I rubbed her kitty mound,"I kinda cipher Jack as wanting a smoothie ; but I like it like this.
You have more freckles than I expected, but I plan on kissing every, damn one of them tonight… twice."

Our lips meshed and our tongues sought out the fragrance of the other's. No, we didn't waiting. I turned off the water and we sprawled our wanting consistence on my bed. Her beautiful neck was my first accusative and I covered it with kiss. Just above and behind each of her diminutive ears was a small slub ; left there by the surgeon who did her face lifting. It took at to the lowest degree ten minutes to work my way down to her, very slightly sagging, titty, where my knife dwelled while my paw was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave behind her left orb and move on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a monumental endeavor ). She came a second time as I worked over the insides of her second joint with my lips and tongue.
After the misstep to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the mellifluous puss I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more huge sexual climax, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

Her fifth cum hit her like a set of brass instrument knuckles.
She was screaming,"No, No."then,"Yes, Yes,"all the while she jerked on my hair's-breadth, scratched my backrest, dug her nails into my thighs and bucked like a PBR bull.

I shot my load late inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the get-go time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to drift her to her hands and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank home again.
I rode her doggy flair for another ten moment before my crank boiled another peck and blew it against her womb.

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

We slept…

Somewhere during the night, the reverberance of her telephone woke us, both,"Why are you calling me in the heart of the Night, Jack ?"
"No, I was asleep. What else do I do at 2:30am ?"
"I don't cave in a shit if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, thirty here and you woke me up from a deep sleep."
"Fine, then I'll see you Th. trade good night, Jack."
"HEY, WAIT ! Are you still there ?"
"Good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"diddlyshit, no, I don't want you to call back about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you ready for this ? ... I want you to think about finding a new nursing home while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

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

She laughed a little harder,"I'll bet the dickhead's dick won't even get hard for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my shaft a few multiplication until it began to grow. In the dark, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's head and begin her tender ministrations. A few hour later, I raised her head and pulled her face to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in lovemaking with her and wanted her to live the rest of her spirit with me.

"Don, all I really wanted to do tonight was get laid. I figured it wouldn't take practically convincing. lilliputian did I know that my ol'chum would show me more passion in one night that my own husband has done in the last xv 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 by-blow. I'll motility in with you tomorrow"

She kissed me prospicient and intemperate as she fondled my stiff cock,"Hmmm, make that day after tomorrow… I'm not getting'out of this bed ‘ til then. ”