It’s just a story, until you and I make it true.] None of what happened was planned, at least not by me and certainly not by Ron. Ron turned seventy... on May the twelfth last year. Everyone living in the Aspen Grove section of the Colorado Sunset Hills Retirement Community attended the party for him. He and Emma, his wife of almost fifty years, had lived in Aspen Grove for three years and had made lots of good friends. What happened started at the party. At the birthday party he danced with Emma. My foreskin slides back and I enjoy the sensation as you suck while stimulating my frenulum rhythmically with your tongue. Your husband watches for a few minutes then walks behind you and eases his purple manhood into your dripping pussy. You are groaning with pleasure and lust. Before we come we both withdraw to calm down. Your husband gets a riding crop and lays some pretty stripes across your delicious buttocks while I watch. He walks in front of you and allows you to suck on his cock,. I felt so sexy.l I then took off my jeans that revealed my black stockings and suspenders.Out of my little carrier bag I produced my wig, a tiny black mini skirt and my red lipstick, as well as my 5” stilleto shoes I had nervously bought from a charity shop some weeks before. I also had some big clip on earrings and a cheap pearl necklace.I had a samll mirror and nervously applied the red lipstick, and put on the blonde ‘joke shop’ wig I had brought. I felt so feminine but in reality I knew. He was a good dancer. And he treated me just like I wanted him to. He is very graceful and wasn't the least bit afraid to get close when the occasion called for it." she said coyly. "But I feel the same way you do. I wish my date to the dance had been with you and we could have held each other that close." She got up, turned the music on at the stereo and motioned for him to stand up. "In fact, let's have a second dance right here and you can be my date for the rest of the evening right here in.