His name was Jonathan, and he was 32 years old. "Perfect," I thought. I got up and asked that they sit together on the couch and I went to the bathroo...m.I came back back to see her hand on his leg. I whispered to her that we should all go. We all left together, with Jonathan following us to our house. We don't particularly like having strange men to our house, but this felt right.When we got there, it took little time to get things going. I put on some New Age music to mellow the mood. I left. I picked her up at 7 sharp drove to my house 5 minutes away. We had a lite supper, and 2 bottles of wine. She loosened up fast and said "Lets get too it stud" I'm not getting younger here" Drop your draws honey and lets get riding here" I told her."Off her clothes went flying all over the room, she was out of them before I had my jeans down. Something told me I was in deep trouble here.This woman was not half bad for eighty, she had her stretch marks from being a baby factory but she has kept. Then kuch time baad she asked teri biwi k koi bf tou nahi hae, tab tak hum kuch jada he baat kar chuke thae tou so i said m not v sure about so no discussion about this, and after that she asked tere hae koi i said yes tu hae naPooja: bakwas na kar saach bataMe: abhi tak tou nahi aagey ka pata nahiThen she said mere patti ki tou hae in Usa mein n she started crying, and told me whole story n said sala hum dono he pagal hainPooja: kya tu mere ghar aa sakta hae abhi, i said pagal ho gae hae. We were talking about our lives and how she struggled after the death of her husband and she was alone all the time and how she starved for sex for the last 7 years.We looked into the eyes of both us and planted a nice romantic kiss on his forehead..Then continued downwards to her eyes.Then cheeks.Then chin..Then necks..She was feeling the pressure of pleasure in her body.As nobody had done this before to her like I was kissing her from top to down. After neck, I stopped a lil and softly hugged.