So he was not at all a type of man who picked up girls at the street corners or at the bars. The house on his other side was perhaps owned by a widow,... who was extremely rarely seen in her backyard because she could not walk without the help of a walker or the walking stick. She had a helping lady or her daughter visiting her once on the Sunday to take her out for a few minutes, do her laundry and bring her groceries and stuff like that.With no hope of safe, respectable availability of sex from. She sucked on my balls and ran her tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. The hottest part of her blowjob was the way she would make eye contact with me while bobbing on my shaft. It was hard not to cum right then. After about 15 minutes, I told her that I wanted to slide my cock into her wet pussy. She said, “Oooh, yeah?” and I said that I could not wait. I sat in one of the waiting chairs. While I was stroking my cock, she stood by fingering her pussy. I told her that I wanted her to. “If any one of you god-damned mother-fucking son-of-a-bitching cock-sucking asshole-licking camel-pubic-hair-eating bastards so much as lays a finger on my Walden you will wish you had never been born.” With that she got in the truck. As she drove away, one of the throng pointed to a gun rack in the back window; it held a shotgun capable of firing small nuclear weapons. Nobody laid a finger on him, and the Art and Theater Departments were left with huge holes in their schedules. They called. She observed my naked body. Then she quickly took out her pants and shirt and was naked. My eyes were about to burst. She was beautiful. By observing my expression she said it was okay and she has no hesitation.I blushed a bit and ignoring that she gave her panty to me and told me to wear it. I was so nervous that without uttering a word I took her panty and wore it. Then she handed me her bra, top and skirt. I wore it. Though I had a masculine body, the clothes were still of perfect size to.