Her mature breasts looked small but firm, showing little sign of her age, what was she 60? Maybe older, certainly retired. Whatever her age she looked... stunning, enticing and deeply desirable. Tingling with excitement, a rare thrill pounding his heart, blood flowing and enlarging his cock he gazed. If she looked down he was obvious stood in a bright red dressing gown clearly looking up at her. What if she saw him? What if she told her husband her neighbour was a peeping tom? She lifted a bright. I laughed. ‘Bullshit! You just want your rent-a-hunk nearby.’ ‘There’s no need for naughty language, young man,’ she stated in a haughty voice, her hand now firmly wrapped around my morning woodie. She was looking me straight in the eye as she stroked me to full readiness, then swung her leg over and mounted me. No foreplay. No need. She was ready. There was no urgency or frantic pace to our sex. She was quite happy to coast along at a steady pace, her eyes closed as she hummed some. So much sothat they could be in amagazine. The thought of my naked sensuous wife exposedin an adult magazine for all men and women to admire,arouse and jerk off over had my erection bursting in mypants. I loved her so much. I told her that she had a great figure and that shecould easily become a model if she wanted to. We were abit strapped for cash at the time so this gave me anidea. I told her about a friend named Jack who ran asmall magazine. He had invited me around several timesto his. It was ... I don't like to use that overworked word 'nice' ... it was comfortable, and comforting. I think that's what Philippa needed."Do you mind if I sit up and play some CDs?" she asked, as her mother and I headed upstairs."Help yourself," I said, "just keep the volume down!"A little later, I heard Russell Watson singing, but the volume was then reduced. I could still hear it, but only by concentrating."You weren't thinking what you were doing, were you?" Helen asked as we cuddled."No," I.