The knock on the door surprised me. The Jan night in Iowa was frigid, cold, cold.
I had already slipped out of my wearing apparel for the Nox and sat in my lounger, writing on my laptop ; it was a short history about my childhood.

Since my divorce three old age earlier, I spent a lot of my ‘ alone'time authorship ; mostly on the subject I know more about than anything else… me.
I've written hundreds of report about my old hometown and my menage. My nine siblings provided tons of storage that I want to, someday, share with my kid and grandchildren.

"storage area on a moment !"I called to the gay soul standing on my north porch,"I'll be right there !"
Since I had been totally nude, enjoying the passion of my fireplace, I grabbed my flannel lounge pants and pulled on an oversize T-shirt. I rarely use that room access to my old twp-story nursing home, so I had to proceed my laptop computer's power provision and a bridge player woven rug that blocked the north wind from blowing under it.

On the look footstep was Jo. She and her married man, Jack, had been my ally for years. At one point, I worked with both of them in a little business sector.
Jack had invested in another venture and had become quite loaded. He finally convinced Jo to depart work and get a ma'am of leisure.
It really wasn't her cup of tea to do nothing, so she had buried herself in hobby while he traveled ; which was most of the time.

"I was beginning to inquire how long you were going to make me stand out here. You do actualise it's only nine degrees 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, blond whisker. Standing 5ft 2in, she weighs in at around 100lbs, give or admit 5lbs… depending on her current diet and utilization architectural plan.
diddly talked her into getting a lift a few old age ago, which still makes her look like she's in her early forties.

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

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

I helped her remove her coat, thinking I'd like to just maintain disrobing her until she was only wearing her birthday suit.

"OK, 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 locality already ?"

"Don't be a turd, Don. Kaylen and Beth are both out of town and I need someone to peach to."

"Oh, I understand now ; you need to talk… and talk… and talk, 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 sloshed ski bloomers. With the bulky sweater, it was hard to make out her pocket-sized tits, though.

"Yes, I need to babble and you need to listen.
You remember the other day when you took me to nibble 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 nerve in both my workforce and told you that I don't take money from the friend I love ?"

"Yes."

"Yep, I remember. in good order about then I sure was wanting to extract your brass closer and candy kiss you… I wouldn't have done it, but I damn indisputable wanted to."

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

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

"Pfffft.."

"No, I'm grievous. You can sew your own clothes ; James Cook with the best ; crochet the midget lacing doilies ; thrust nails and use a mogul saw as undecomposed as I can.
You can do it all, and you're beautiful, sweet and considerate of to a lesser extent fortunate.
… best lady I know, without a doubt.
And diddly-squat decides to fuck around on you ; I may give to kvetch his stupid ass."

"Don… Uh, it's getting warm in here."

She pulled her jumper over her head and I could make out the build 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 take, why don't you just sleep with his married woman ?
I like it all….."

My mind was spinning. Yes, I had wanted Jo's picayune consistency, in every imaginable way, since the low day we all worked together in the memory board. 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 tell 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 experience made a serious qualifying at you, Jo.
I can't really say that I'm IN honey with you, but I do bonk you and I've wanted you for a recollective, retentive 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 dayspring, take in the sunrise and stare at your face, even without your make-up.
I know you don't really want to rouse up next to my beer belly, but I sure would care to wake up succeeding to your freckles.
Sure, I'll be the happy 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 mind washing my spine ?"

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

I looked her up and down,"Well, it looks like you must make the titty 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 pussy mound,"I kinda figure 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 redolence of the other's. No, we didn't hold. I turned off the piddle and we sprawled our wanting consistency on my bed. Her beautiful neck opening was my world-class objective and I covered it with candy kiss. Just above and behind each of her tiny ears was a humble international nautical mile ; left there by the surgeon who did her facelift. It took at to the lowest degree ten bit to figure out my way down to her, very slightly sagging, tits, where my tongue dwelled while my bridge player was massaging her clit.
Her first orgasm erupted as I was about to leave alone her go forth orb and make a motion on toward her belly button.

Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy ( trust me, it was a monumental effort ). She came a second base time as I worked over the interior of her thighs with my lips and tongue.
After the trip to her toes and back, I rose and smiled,"Supper time."
It was the seraphic slit I ever tasted. I lapped and fingered her through two more immense coming, then sank ol'Fat Boy inside her hot tunnel.

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

I shot my load mysterious inside her and nearly passed out doing so. Surprisingly, I stayed hard for the firstly clock time since I was in my thirties.
We slowed and I pulled out long enough to flap her to her hands and knees.
BAM ! Fat Boy sank nursing home again.
I rode her pooch style for another ten arcminute before my nuts boiled another heap 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 other's arms and chafe bridge player over hide, over hair, over butts, teat, gumshoe, 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 have a shit if it's only 10:30 there, it's two, fucking, thirty here and you woke me up from a late sleep."
"Fine, then I'll see you Thursday. Good night, Jack."
"HEY, hold ! Are you still there ?"
"trade good, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"Shit, no, I don't want you to think about me while you're jacking off.
What I want you to do is… are you prepare for this ? ... I want you to recall about finding a new home while you're fucking your Goddamn Linda."

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

She laughed a lilliputian harder,"I'll bet the shit's dick won't even get intemperate for her tonight… but let's not let this one go to waste."
She pulled my dick a few clock time until it began to grow. In the dark, I felt her lips encircle ol'Fat Boy's promontory and lead off her tender relief. A few proceedings later, I raised her head and pulled her expression to mine. Kissing her cheeks, I told her that I had fallen totally in dear with her and wanted her to live the rest 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'buddy would picture me more lovemaking in one night that my own husband has done in the finis fifteen years.
When my divorce is done, you and I can survive together forever, as far as we have this form of love.
No… fuck that bastard. I'll move in with you tomorrow"

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