Marsette she had been widowed at 40 when her husband was killed in a car wreck. Mrs. Marsette was now almost 70 and needed help tending the yard. Sh...e had no other family. I went over to mow her yard at the command of my dad. I was mowing the yard and Mrs. Marsette watched from her porch. She was wearing a dress that buttoned up the front. She had missed some of the top buttons. She was easily a EEE or larger. This was what I enjoyed most about this job. After I was through mowing she. ’ ‘I also would like to watch you and Bob have some fun together, how do you feel about that? Sylvia said. ‘Er I think it would be ok.’ I said ‘What sort of thing did you have in mind?’ ‘Don’t worry said Sylvia seeing the concern in my face, ‘I just want to see you play together and if you enjoy it we can try a few things, but one step at a time?’ ‘As long as we talk about the things we like with each other we can all have a nice time.’ Now Sylvia looked more concerned. ‘I hope that’s alright. We started going to the bar and having my husband watch men hit on me. Then we moved up to me making out with the men, then getting fingered, then to me giving blow jobs in the parking lot. Then one night my husband wanted me to fuck a guy in the parking lot as he watched. I met a guy in the bar, he was wearing a wedding ring. We taslked for several minutes then I asked if he would like to go out to the lot and fuck me. He said hell yes! We got out there and I pulled his pants down and sucked. ! Crashing through the wardrobe door, I tumble onto the bedroom carpet."Shit!" I blurt as the heel is buried all the way in.With a tear in my eye I gingerly look round, to be greeted by a pair of faces, grinning maniacally in my direction."Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would!" Wendy exclaims.I just lie on the shag pile like a sweating doe, staring down the headlights of an oncoming truck, paralysed to the spot with numbing fear. My hole unheedingly sucking at the invading.