Naked from the waist down, I satdown in the chair with my legs spread wide so shecould look straight up my creamy cunthole. “I have this sensit...ive bundle of nerves right here,”I said, touching the place where the heavy lips of mypussy converged to form the hood that protected myclitoris. That secret love button danced twitchilyunder my fingers, going as hard as a small perfectpearl. “You don’t stick you finger up your cunt to jerkyourself off?” she asked,. At first she was shocked then realised she had become extremely wet between the legs. She knew it was wrong for her to get wet over her son but couldn’t stop doing herself and disappeared into her bedroom and grabbed her rabbit out of her knicker drawer and brought herself to one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despite her vow she couldn’t get. Every time we were doing our clothes together she seemed happy to have me there and we talked about more and more things.I learned that she had moved here from a city quite far away because of her husband’s job transfer. They’d only been married about a year and she had little opportunity to meet people. Not being able to find a job that was suitable for her, she was getting kind of bored and lonesome. That was my chance, I realized.I was retired early, having made a lot of money and I was also. She must have seen the misery on my face as she laughed and told me her husband would be home soon but why didnt I come round tomorrow at lunchtime to do some more work on my plane? I couldnt believe it, was this woman inviting me round at a time when her husband was at work? Would I finally get the chance to see what sex was all about? I mumbled that I'd see her tomorrow and rode my bike home in a daze, all that night I tossed and turned and I must have wanked myself half a dozen times. I had.