"Olga hasbecame a integral part of our life as she does all sorts ofthings for me."Olga was a statuesque form, very tall and well built, she lookedlik...e a former eastern European athlete. Yet she had a feminineflair beneath the rough outer edges. She reminded me of someonewho definitely would take charge of a situation and I laughed tomyself as I thought of this woman taking orders from Jerri.As we entered the living room I felt light headed and slightlydizzy, the room started to spin as I took. A lot of good that did me, other than feeding my mind alone at night with a hard, turgid, restless cock. And even if I was interested in stepping out on my wife with another woman, age-appropriateness meant popcorn and a movie with a friend, not a love affair. But what else do you do when you’re 63 years old and haven’t been intimate with your wife for years? In regards to you, I was definitely content being a person who loved and cared for you, looked out for you, and enjoyed your company in. I could feel my cock growing with each new discovery I found and then the thought came.“What does it feel like to wear something like this?” I thought to myself.I gave a quick check around the house to make sure mom wasn’t home yet and then went back to her room to take off my underwear and pants. I went to the bottom of the drawer and got out a purple thong that’s suppose to go over the hips and squeeze tight between my ass cheeks. I slipped it on and I have to say as soon as it was I was. “I made us drinks.”She poured them each a chilled martini and took David by the hand, leading him into a bedroom. A king-sized, modern four-poster bed anchored the room. A white leather chaise lounge was against the window. A master bath with a large walk-in shower was visible. They sat on the lounge and necked as they finished their drinks. Jessica downed the last of her martini with a gulp and stood to peel off her dress, leaving her in heels, a lacy black thong, and that sex beacon of a.