She smiled, and the sight of her happy face thrilled me. I smiled back. I was glad to see her again; excited, eager to hold her, kiss her, watch her f...ace while we talked.And of course, look into her eyes as I buried my hard young cock in her lovely old center.She was 75 years old, I was 21. She lived on a remote Scottish island, I lived in Boston Massachusetts.We were in love; it was weird and wonderful. But had our unlikely union survived our 9 months apart?Sometimes when I thought about her,. It was a turn on seeing the glass windows of the front door. Knowing at any moment someone could just step up to the door and see us. Occasionally I would take both of Tracy’s big tits in my hands, lifting and squeezing them together to lick, bite and suck the erect nipples as I fucked away. Eventually I felt the pre-climax tingle going through my loins until it became a surging that took over. Tracy arching her pussy up to devour every inch cock that she could. Her warm hands on my low back,. He had similar crass commentsfor me the one time he got me alone and I once again felt the suddenurge to leave, only to have Jenny calm me down again. I don't mind myAunt Karen, but she is no help what so ever. When I was younger Ialways thought that she and my mother were great friends. But it seemedlike every time she walked out of the kitchen, my mother would make alittle comment about her. Never a direct shot, just a subtle one. Iwas amazed. I never knew that my mother had it in her. . . oh, he's the coach of thatfight team that Patricia worked out with."I'm fine, how are you Coach ... Tobias is it?" I whisper back."Yes ma'am, but everybody calls me Tobey. I'd be pleased if you didtoo." I see that Coach Tobey has joined us again" said Zendahas. "If youhave any questions or you think you've spotted a potential problem andyou can't find me, find Coach Tobey. He's been doing this longer than Ihave. If he doesn't have the answer, then no one does." A wave of quietchuckles rolls.