.. have the equipment to make love to you." I looked down at the table top, totally humiliated and waiting for her to laugh at me or ridicule me, or w...orse, ask me what I meant. I'd have to tell her more, I knew she wouldn't let it go. But she did none of those things, no laughing, and no ridicule. What she did was move her hand from my thigh to my crotch and then she squeezed me, dick, nuts and all. I gasped in surprise. "I feel something down there Tim, are you telling me it doesn't get hard?". But one Monday morning upon my arrival, Nora warned me that her son (Brandon) was home that day. He was sleeping but would likely show up any moment. So we sat quietly and chatted. It was a bit of torture to sit there and not touch Nora at all but it seemed best that we "behaved." Just the same, I wasn't being shy about my dress - top 3 buttons of my blouse open (showing all the substantial cleavage I could as well as the upper edge of my lacy bra) and a tight, mid-thigh skirt that rose to my. She was very hairy and the scent that rose from her crotch hit me like a punch in the face. She opened her eyes and looked at me. " Do you like the view, Helén". I could but nod in reply. I was flushed, close to orgasm and totally bewildered. "You can touch it if you like". Uncertain of what to do I just stretched out my hand and let it drop in her lap. She took it and placed it on her pussy. Actually, she sat on my hand and I tried as best I could to move my fingers like I did with. 'Now, darlin'! Finish me!'I started to fuck her harder, and she rammed herself against me, meeting me as I slammed my cock into her repeatedly, until finally she gave a muffled scream as I exploded, feeling my semen spurting uncontrollably, and then she sagged against me, sobbing, gasping for breath.I think she would have slipped to the ground if I hadn't been holding her, and she clung to me, digging her fingers into my arms as she kissed me frantically, making little choking noises in her.