She was going to answer one of the ads.When she got back home, Helen mixed herself a drink right away. The disturbed wife was discovering just how com...forting the soothing alcohol could be... in the absence of any other pleasures that she could find in her own home. Holding the colorful Bloody Mary in her hand, she sat down on the bed in her room near the telephone. Once more she brought out the underground newspaper and turned it to the page that had interested her. The blonde woman scanned. . That’s for our second round, ‘kay?”I smiled. Lena’s taking charge of this. “I’d love that.” I scooted down, trapped the tip of a sweetly rounded small breast in my mouth, flicking my tongue around the nipple.“OHGODJAY! That’s what I’ve been thinking about all day. Your tongue.”“There’s another one,” I said, switching to the other perfect breast, then I moved down. My goal was tangy, salty, juicy, redolent of musk and pleasure. Delicious. I lapped gently, my tongue just barely teasing her hot. Actually, he wasn't a lover at all. He was more of a fucker. Yes, that's it. A fucker. He liked to fuck, to be fucked. He had no time for the niceties of life, love, or lovemaking. A fucker, that's all.As I turned and closed the door to the house behind me, he grabbed my shoulders, gently but firmly, and pushed me against the wall in the hallway. After commanding me to stand where I was, he proceeded to strip me, not quite tearing my clothes off, but close enough. Soon enough I was standing. She smiled and said I know, they seem to be getting bigger. Here let me help I said. She turned, and I helped pull her dress up over her lovely busty boobs, she looked down at her big bust and said, so you’ve going to be looking at them all night, as I rubbed my hands over them pulling her dress up, I joked I wouldn’t be the only one. Time got on and we were in the pub talking over a bottle of wine. I complemented her on how nice she looked especially for her age of 54. She went on to ask what.