She continued to stroke my cock as I began to returnthe favor.Suddenly, Rolanda had a burst of femmy inspiration, "Richard, in my purseI have a silk s...carf. Please take it out and use it to fondle my clittyand my balls!" she moaned.I opened her gold purse again and among the makeup, cigarettes, compact,wallet, and perfume spritzers, I found a carefully folded long black silkjersey scarf. I wrapped my left hand in the silky material, thrilling toits slipperiness as I encircled Rolanda's. This didn't help my boner situation at all. He was wearing black dress pants with black dress shoes and a light blue button up long-sleeve shirt with the top few buttons undone so you could see his ripped hairy chest showing. I immediately and impulsively grabbed my cock and adjusted myself. Well the Coach could obviously see I was hard already and came over to me and grabbed me. He smelled a bit like liquor because he had been drinking a bit. I knew everyone was expecting me out at my party so. She would use the reason that she was cold because of the weather outside .Her roaming hands would often find their way into my shirt or up and down my leg. She, when given the chance, would give me a lingering hug, or bump her hips against me. Lee at times threw hints that she herself was becoming more eager to share me ,often bringing up the idea of being a grandmother. At night in bed she would say that Emily’s years of having a baby are closing near. She asked me many times what I thought. We talked about the ranch — she knew a lot about it from her brother — and about how hard it had been for her."Dammit, Bobby, just because my man died, every jerk in the area thinks I'm dying for their manly charms. I've been pinched, pushed and squeezed until I'm black and blue. Thanks for not takin' advantage of me last night."She hesitated, and continued, "You could have, you know. I'm just so darn lonely..."She jumped up and ran back to her bedroom. I got another mug of coffee and went out.