”“Exactly my pet!”“Shall we skip to the punishment then?” I asked, not wanting to draw this out any further than we had too.“If you insist...” she grinned.She reached for the zipper to my jeans. I closed my eyes and for the first time in more than a decade, I blushed. She had the zipper less than half way down when I came...This behavior continued for another two days. I would pleasure her orally orally and/or manually, she would strut around town in almost nothing, never wearing any underwear.. “I warn you, though,” she said, “I can be prettydemanding.” I shook my head. “I don’t care!” “Then,” she said with a steady gaze into my enrapturedeyes, “the first thing I want is for you to finishoiling my skin — okay? And no more being bashful,Danny. Your hands are driving me crazy, and I want tofeel them all over my body. Do you understand? My wholebody!” She laughed at her own words, turning them into apun, and I. Yes, I did often feel a twinge of guilt after visiting Bob. I'd think of my wife, perhaps at home, likely working in our gardens (which is one of her passions), naturally unaware of what I was doing, or with who I was doing it. But I meant no disrespect towards her for going to Bob's. It was just...menopause. I still wanted to have a sexual outlet; and if my wife was no longer interested in sex, then I had to do something about that for myself! I told myself that I wasn't out fucking some other. " she moaned as his fingers continued working on her privates.She tried to keep herself from being drowned in pleasure, but soon Spencer's ministration was too much for her and she gave in. For a moment he stopped pleasuring her, but before she could express her disappointment, she was forced to moan louder than before with two of his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Suddenly Spencer stopped and removed his fingers from her hot tight cunt. He took them in his mouth then and sucked them.