I had told her long ago that bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against my mouth as my hands began their upward trek, this time along the s...atiny softness of the backs of her thighs. In the process, I was slowly pushing her skirt higher. Finally, I had to move my head back to give the material room to move ever upward. It wasn’t long before the white ‘V’ of her panty crotch came into view, and with it, the deliriously wonderful smell of her sex which I knew had long ago began to. If Paul ever does come home I don't want to weigh three hundred pounds when he gets here.” “I'll share mine with you.” “A taste would be nice.” Rhonda brought my pie and coffee. As she was setting it down I said, “Rhonda, could you bring Tricia a Diet Coke?” Walking around behind me, Rhonda ran her fingers through my hair and answered, “For you Sweetie, anything.” She kissed the bald spot on the back of my head and added, “I'll be right back with it.” As soon as Rhonda was gone, Tricia. My throbbing cock stuck up proudly demanded attention, but first I slowly ran my hands over my belly and upper thighs and then over my oily crotch; working it into every place, leaving it glistening. Slowly I slid my hand up to the base of my pulsing manhood. I checked the laptop to see my voyeur in only high heels and the peek a boo bra now gyrating as she passionately ground her pussy against her hand; the other feverishly groping her breasts and squeezing her own erect nipples. She did not. There was a glass of white wine in danger of spilling the contents on the vinyl floor in her heavily ringed hand, the other hand steadying her, stiff at 45 degrees from her shoulder.I could see her state as I approached her to shake her offered hand.“Looks like a good do,” I suggested, her gnarled tanned hand squeezing mine firmly. There was an adjustment in her stance without letting go of the worktop edge. “ How do you do, I’m Del Hants, Mrs Passendale I believe?”I studied her as she replied.