Her profile told me that she had been a widow for two years and missed having someone special. How she liked to travel and that even though she was 62... she still felt many years younger. Her message to me said that she liked my profile and would I like to chat? I sent off my reply saying that I would be delighted chatting and getting to know her better. The next day there was a reply back from her saying that she was delighted to meet me and would I like swopping phone. Traffic reports over the radio alerted motorists though to late for those motorists already caught up in the traffic jam. I had not left home at that point so on hearing the news of the accident i decided to drive to my nearest station and catch the train to the city instead of driving as the alternative arterial roads were now congested. On arrival at the station a notable build up of passengers was occurring in all probability with the same intention in mind as myself.The train arrived and i. "My, my my... don't you look beautiful there, honey." shechuckled as she looked over every inch of my body. I trembled as shepassed over me - partially out of lust, but partially out of beingdressed in such skimpy fabrics on a cold night.She paused when she looked down at my crotch... "No, no, honey, wecan't have any of that..." She then made me sit on the end of the bedas she pulled down my panties and began to give me a blow job. She wasthe best cocksucker I had ever known, and add that to my. Tadeesha started to venture the roughness of John's tongue, only to find it smooth and soft. They broke apart with a saliva bridge hanging between them. "I feel so horny," said Tadeesha. "I'm excited." "Have you lost your virginity yet?" said John. "No," said Tadeesha. "But I want to lose it on you." Slowly, they undid each other's shorts. John's cock was about seven inches long (not really long, yes I agree); and Tadeesha's pussy was quite wide, which John (unlike all other boys) hoped for..