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Sweet Memories
Chapter 1
The fall air had a bite to it as I was finishing stacking firewood under the carport. Even with the cool air I had worked up a sweat and as I took my gloves off to wipe my face my wife arrived home from work. As I greeted her home her cellphone want off and she withdrew it from her purse and put it to her ear:
“Hi Amber, how is your day going?” She asked as she blew me a kiss.
“Well of course I can. I’d love to spend the day with my wonderful grandc***dren. When do I need to be there? I’ll leave first thing in the morning. No I don’t think your father will come but I’ll ask. See you tomorrow, bye.”
“Amber needs me to watch the boys tomorrow. She and Dave just got handed concert tickets for tomorrow afternoon and they need a babysitter. You don’t mind if I go do you? I know I said I’d help you this weekend.” She said as she placed her phone back in her purse.
“Who are they going to see?” I asked as we both walked to the door of the house.
“I didn’t ask but I’ll have to leave by 8am. They need to be there by 3pm and it’s at least a three hour drive to their house.” She answered back.
Tomorrow was Oct. 13th and for the last five years it has been a very special, private memorial date I celebrated alone. For the last few days I was worried and wondering how I would find the time to observe it and now that worry had disappeared.
As I watched the late evening news the wife announced she was going to bed and would be spending the night and coming home on Sunday. It was 1am when I made my way to bed. As my head hit the pillow my mind was busy forming a plan on how I was going to spend the Saturday alone.
I wasn’t sure where the sound came from but it jarred me out of my sleep and as I opened my eyes I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost 8am. I lay in bed allowing my brain to kick into gear. I couldn’t recall what I had been dreaming about but I’m sure it had to be sexual. My morning wood was proof to that.
Slipping my one arm under the covers I began playing with my hard cock. A few seconds later I heard a noise coming from the walk-in closet. A few seconds later my wife emerged and our eyes met.
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said with a smile.
“That’s ok. I have a lot planned today and need to get an early start.” I replied as I threw the covers off to show her I was playing with my morning wood.
“Can I talk you into giving me a hand with this?” I continued as I pulled my hard cock free of my underwear.
“Well I think I may be able to help you with your problem.” She said as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
At our age we had come to find out you never pass up the morning wood.
My wife’s hand felt so much better than mine as she slid it over the head and down the shaft. She stroked it several times and leaned over as I watched the thick head slip past her lips.
“Oh god, that feels wonderful. Take it all.” I moaned as I stroked her hair.
As I watched my cock disappear into her mouth the telephone rudely interrupted my morning blow job.
“Ahhhh don’t stop.” I pleaded as I watched my cock fall from her lips.
Both of us glanced over at the telephone and saw that the caller was Amber, our daughter and the wife reached for the phone.
“Hi Amber, what’s up?” my wife asked as she slowly stroked my cock.
“Oh, ok, I’m leaving right now.” She said into the telephone as she gave me a frown and hung up the telephone.
“Amber said they have to leave earlier than noon and they won’t be home until Sunday afternoon. So I guess I get to spend the weekend with the boys. I will see you Monday.” She said as she gave me a light kiss on the lips.
“You’re not leaving right now are you? Who’s going to take care of my hard cock?” I pleaded with a devilish grin on my face.
“Oh honey, I think you’re man enough to solve that problem. “ She replied with a grin.
“If not, then maybe you can talk ole widow Smith into giving you a helping hand.” She continued with laughter in her voice.
Widow Smith was Nancy Smith, our closest neighbor. She is the same age as my wife’s mother but acted like she was 20 years younger.
At 78 years old Nancy Smith still did daily chores around her 100 acre farm. The lady was usually up and moving before sunrise. In the 15 years we have been neighbors I had only seen her dressed up on 5 or 6 occasions. Dressed up, her best asset is her breasts. Her weathered face and wrinkles were from too many days out in the hot sun. Her hands are calloused from the years of owning and working a farm. Most of the time she wore blue jeans and button up shirts along with a weathered old cowboy hat. Nancy Smith stood about 5 foot 4 inches and weighed about 120 pounds. When Nancy wasn’t wearing a hat she kept Gray shoulder length hair in a ponytail. Nancy’s looks were offset by her jovial demeanor. Once she got to know you she allowed her risqué personality to show through. Sexual innuendos were constantly coming from her mouth.
Nancy Smith was what you’d call a true country girl. Not much to look at but she was handy at fixing things and knew more about horses and tractors then most men in our area.
“You know Widow Smith thinks you’re Gods answer to farm boys.” My wife said as she stood up.
“Well if you are going to leave me like this, I just may have to take a roll in the hay with her while you’re away.” I said with a grin.
Laughing, my wife leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. I was left with solving my morning work as I heard the door close. Getting out of bed I walked out into the living room and watched as my wife’s SUV turned onto the two lane dirt road. Looking out toward the west I saw Old Widow Smith standing at her mailbox. Briefly the wife’s SUV stopped and Nancy leaned into the passenger side window. Nancy straightened up and after waving she slowly made her way up her driveway to her house.
With only my underwear on, I made my way to the rear of the house to the den.
I was about to begin my special memorial.
I turned on the computer and as it fired up I reached into a desk drawer and removed my trusty antiquated headphones. Before closing the drawer I also took out a bottle of jerkoff lube. Before sitting down I removed my underwear and left them on the floor.
The den was on the east side of the house and the morning sun was beginning to show its self as I maneuvered the mouse to a file folder. Hovering over a file named “Mark” I clicked on it. A screen popped up asking for a password. Three more times I did this until I got to a file that was named “junk”.
One finally password and the screen filled with folders with dates on them. The dates varied from 2000 to 2012. The majority of the folders contained anywhere from two to five video files. I started with the folder marked 2005. I knew the ones earlier contained only photos.
2012 had three video files and I clicked on the first one.
The computer monitor filled up with a shot of a bed with the covers pulled down. An elderly lady walked into the scene and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her salt and pepper hair was cut short and as she glanced into the lens of the camera she asked if it was on. As I much younger version of myself moved onto the screen I told her yes. I stood close to her and helped her remove her blouse before kissing her on the lips. As we kissed I reached behind her and undid the snap of her bra. I quickly slipped the bra off her shoulders and cupped both her breasts with my hands before leaning down and sucking a nipple into my mouth.
“I thought I’d be really nervous about this. I was wrong. I can feel my pussy getting very wet.” She said as placed her hands on my head.
I refrained from touching my hard cock for I knew I would not last long watching this video and I had several hours of videos to go through.
As I continued to suck on each her nipples my hands were busy undoing her slacks. Once I had them unbuttoned and unzipped I ceased sucking on her nipples and knelt down as I pulled her slacks and panties down. The elderly lady placed her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance as she stepped out of them.
“I’m naked and you’re not. That is not fair. Stand up so I can undress you.” She said as she looked into the lens of the camera.
The elderly lady helped me take my shirt off and then began fumbling with the buckle of my belt.
“This damn thing is always giving me problems. One of these days I will figure it out.” She said as I reach down undo it.
As she pushes my jeans down she kneels in front of me. As my jeans pass over my cock it springs out and hits her in the face.
“I need to be careful. That thing is hard enough to take an eye out.” She says with a giggle as she grabs hold of my cock and guides it into her mouth.
“God I love the way you suck my cock. It feels so good in your mouth.” I say as I stare into the camera lens and grin.
The only reply I get back is a muffled noise and a growl.
I stop the video and plug my headphones in and place them over my ears. I then hit the play button again. For some unknown reason the audio gets low on this video and half the fun is listening.
“Oh Mary if you don’t slow down I’m going to explode in your mouth.” I say as I grab her head with both hands.
“Well we don’t want that. This is my birthday present and you promised me at least three orgasms before you come.” Mary says after letting my cock slip from her mouth.
I am lost in my own little world as the video plays out. Occasionally I squirt a dab of lube on my cock and stroke it once or twice.
Back in the video Mary had climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She reaches down with her two hands and spreads her pussy lips to reveal just how wet she is. I climb onto the bed, between her legs and begin to tease her pussy with my fingers. Mary moans as she tries to thrust her pussy over my fingers but I pull my hand back.
“I don’t care how you fuck me. Just fuck me.” Mary moans loudly as she squeezes her breasts with her hands.
I lean over and lightly lick her pussy from her ass to her clit. As I stop I look her in the eye and ask: “Tell me how naughty this is.”
“It’s very naughty now lick my pussy and make me come.” Mary replies as she tries to force my head back down to her pussy.
“Why is it naughty? Tell me why it is naughty!” I say as I again lightly run my tongue over her pussy.
I have watched this video many, many times and I know what is coming next and up until now I have only been teasing my now throbbing cock. My cock is well lubed up and my hand glides smoothly over the head and down the shaft as I anticipated Mary’s reply.
“Your wife is my granddaughter and I am a dirty slut who needs your hard cock. Now suck my clit. I’m close to coming.”
I’ve known Mary since 1980 and in 1981 I married into her family. I was 30 and Mary was 65 when she caught me jacking off in the barn. She helped me that day and it wasn’t too long after that I helped her get off. For over twenty years Mary and I would somehow manage to get alone with each other for sex. I was pretty handy and before my wife’s grandparents moved to the east coast I helped them around their place. Mary’s husband died ten years after we started our fling. That made getting together much easier when she came out to visit.
It’s been five years since Mary died at the ripe old age 95. For her 89th birthday Mary flew out to our place and stayed for a month. My secret folder dated for 2012 is my favorite. Mary’s appetite for sex was amazing. Even at the age of 89 she could ride with the best of them. The last video we did together shows her soaking my cock three different times and her vocabulary would make a sailor blush. The only thing Mary enjoyed more than a hard cock was a hard cock squirting come. My video and picture collection of us has hundreds of come shots that landed on her or in her. Mary was a daredevil also. She enjoyed pushing the envelope regarding our secret sex affair. There were a few times we almost got caught. Many of them were to close for comfort.
I continued to watch the video lost in my own world yearning and missing this wonderful mature lady. I held no remorse for our affair. That had left me years ago. The truth was I loved this lady as if she were my wife, not the grandmother of my wife.
Mary moaned she needed to feel my cock in her pussy. The way we were positioned on the bed would allow the camera lens to capture my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Each time I watch this video I relive that moment of when Mary orgasms and causes me to come.
“Oh lord your cock feels wonderful. Give me all of it. Make me come with your cock.” Mary says as she grabs my ass with her hands.
I’ve watched this video many times and I know what is coming next. As I sit and relive the moment I feel my balls begin to tighten up. A sure sign I’m about to come.
In a few seconds Mary is going to loudly announce she is coming and the video camera has captured her squirting over and around my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy forcing me to come.
“I’m coming!” Mary screams as she begins thrashing under me.
I watch the video and still marvel at the amount of come Mary squirts out. I feel the pressure in my balls and stroke my cock with force and at the moment I know there is no turning back and I feel the come rising to the tip of my cock I’m startled by the hand on my shoulder.
To say I was surprise would be an understatement. Shock and fear first come to mind. I spin my chair around and jump out of it at the same time. With my hand still holding my cock I stand up causing my headphones to unplug from the computer. Although the volume on the video was somewhat low it sounded as if it were echoing through the Grand Canyon.
I’m staring face to face with Old Widow Smith. Both of our faces show the shock and surprise. In less than a heartbeat both of us glance down at my cock that is still in my hand. I try to stop what I know is about to happen without success.
Widow Smith is too close and she going to get hit with what I can only describe as friendly fire.
I watch as the first volley hits on her shirt between her breasts. Two buttons are unsnapped and the warm cream hits her skin.
Now I am scared. I can see Widow Smith’s lips moving but I can’t hear a thing she is saying. The second volley hits lower than the first. The third one lands at her feet. I realize I haven’t gone deaf, it’s the headphones that I still have over my ears. To make matters worse I realize I am still stroking my cock.
With my free hand I pull the headphones off and look her in the eye as she smiles and says:
“I guess I should have worn a raincoat.”
Widow Smith’s attention is now on the video that’s playing on the computer screen and the voices coming from it. I could only hope Widow Smith would not know who the lady was. I never thought about shutting the damn thing down.
“Grandma, that was by far one of your strongest orgasms.” I hear myself say.
“Well catch your breath Mark, because you owe me at least two more.” Mary replied as I rolled off her to reveal her face to the video camera.
I watched Widow Smith as she glanced from the computer screen to my cock and then to the come on her chest.
“Well I can see the proverbial cat is out of the bag. Or should I say pussycat?”
Widow Smith put a lot of emphasis on the word pussy as she used an index finger to touch my come that I’d shot at her.
Chapter 1
The fall air had a bite to it as I was finishing stacking firewood under the carport. Even with the cool air I had worked up a sweat and as I took my gloves off to wipe my face my wife arrived home from work. As I greeted her home her cellphone want off and she withdrew it from her purse and put it to her ear:
“Hi Amber, how is your day going?” She asked as she blew me a kiss.
“Well of course I can. I’d love to spend the day with my wonderful grandc***dren. When do I need to be there? I’ll leave first thing in the morning. No I don’t think your father will come but I’ll ask. See you tomorrow, bye.”
“Amber needs me to watch the boys tomorrow. She and Dave just got handed concert tickets for tomorrow afternoon and they need a babysitter. You don’t mind if I go do you? I know I said I’d help you this weekend.” She said as she placed her phone back in her purse.
“Who are they going to see?” I asked as we both walked to the door of the house.
“I didn’t ask but I’ll have to leave by 8am. They need to be there by 3pm and it’s at least a three hour drive to their house.” She answered back.
Tomorrow was Oct. 13th and for the last five years it has been a very special, private memorial date I celebrated alone. For the last few days I was worried and wondering how I would find the time to observe it and now that worry had disappeared.
As I watched the late evening news the wife announced she was going to bed and would be spending the night and coming home on Sunday. It was 1am when I made my way to bed. As my head hit the pillow my mind was busy forming a plan on how I was going to spend the Saturday alone.
I wasn’t sure where the sound came from but it jarred me out of my sleep and as I opened my eyes I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost 8am. I lay in bed allowing my brain to kick into gear. I couldn’t recall what I had been dreaming about but I’m sure it had to be sexual. My morning wood was proof to that.
Slipping my one arm under the covers I began playing with my hard cock. A few seconds later I heard a noise coming from the walk-in closet. A few seconds later my wife emerged and our eyes met.
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said with a smile.
“That’s ok. I have a lot planned today and need to get an early start.” I replied as I threw the covers off to show her I was playing with my morning wood.
“Can I talk you into giving me a hand with this?” I continued as I pulled my hard cock free of my underwear.
“Well I think I may be able to help you with your problem.” She said as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
At our age we had come to find out you never pass up the morning wood.
My wife’s hand felt so much better than mine as she slid it over the head and down the shaft. She stroked it several times and leaned over as I watched the thick head slip past her lips.
“Oh god, that feels wonderful. Take it all.” I moaned as I stroked her hair.
As I watched my cock disappear into her mouth the telephone rudely interrupted my morning blow job.
“Ahhhh don’t stop.” I pleaded as I watched my cock fall from her lips.
Both of us glanced over at the telephone and saw that the caller was Amber, our daughter and the wife reached for the phone.
“Hi Amber, what’s up?” my wife asked as she slowly stroked my cock.
“Oh, ok, I’m leaving right now.” She said into the telephone as she gave me a frown and hung up the telephone.
“Amber said they have to leave earlier than noon and they won’t be home until Sunday afternoon. So I guess I get to spend the weekend with the boys. I will see you Monday.” She said as she gave me a light kiss on the lips.
“You’re not leaving right now are you? Who’s going to take care of my hard cock?” I pleaded with a devilish grin on my face.
“Oh honey, I think you’re man enough to solve that problem. “ She replied with a grin.
“If not, then maybe you can talk ole widow Smith into giving you a helping hand.” She continued with laughter in her voice.
Widow Smith was Nancy Smith, our closest neighbor. She is the same age as my wife’s mother but acted like she was 20 years younger.
At 78 years old Nancy Smith still did daily chores around her 100 acre farm. The lady was usually up and moving before sunrise. In the 15 years we have been neighbors I had only seen her dressed up on 5 or 6 occasions. Dressed up, her best asset is her breasts. Her weathered face and wrinkles were from too many days out in the hot sun. Her hands are calloused from the years of owning and working a farm. Most of the time she wore blue jeans and button up shirts along with a weathered old cowboy hat. Nancy Smith stood about 5 foot 4 inches and weighed about 120 pounds. When Nancy wasn’t wearing a hat she kept Gray shoulder length hair in a ponytail. Nancy’s looks were offset by her jovial demeanor. Once she got to know you she allowed her risqué personality to show through. Sexual innuendos were constantly coming from her mouth.
Nancy Smith was what you’d call a true country girl. Not much to look at but she was handy at fixing things and knew more about horses and tractors then most men in our area.
“You know Widow Smith thinks you’re Gods answer to farm boys.” My wife said as she stood up.
“Well if you are going to leave me like this, I just may have to take a roll in the hay with her while you’re away.” I said with a grin.
Laughing, my wife leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. I was left with solving my morning work as I heard the door close. Getting out of bed I walked out into the living room and watched as my wife’s SUV turned onto the two lane dirt road. Looking out toward the west I saw Old Widow Smith standing at her mailbox. Briefly the wife’s SUV stopped and Nancy leaned into the passenger side window. Nancy straightened up and after waving she slowly made her way up her driveway to her house.
With only my underwear on, I made my way to the rear of the house to the den.
I was about to begin my special memorial.
I turned on the computer and as it fired up I reached into a desk drawer and removed my trusty antiquated headphones. Before closing the drawer I also took out a bottle of jerkoff lube. Before sitting down I removed my underwear and left them on the floor.
The den was on the east side of the house and the morning sun was beginning to show its self as I maneuvered the mouse to a file folder. Hovering over a file named “Mark” I clicked on it. A screen popped up asking for a password. Three more times I did this until I got to a file that was named “junk”.
One finally password and the screen filled with folders with dates on them. The dates varied from 2000 to 2012. The majority of the folders contained anywhere from two to five video files. I started with the folder marked 2005. I knew the ones earlier contained only photos.
2012 had three video files and I clicked on the first one.
The computer monitor filled up with a shot of a bed with the covers pulled down. An elderly lady walked into the scene and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her salt and pepper hair was cut short and as she glanced into the lens of the camera she asked if it was on. As I much younger version of myself moved onto the screen I told her yes. I stood close to her and helped her remove her blouse before kissing her on the lips. As we kissed I reached behind her and undid the snap of her bra. I quickly slipped the bra off her shoulders and cupped both her breasts with my hands before leaning down and sucking a nipple into my mouth.
“I thought I’d be really nervous about this. I was wrong. I can feel my pussy getting very wet.” She said as placed her hands on my head.
I refrained from touching my hard cock for I knew I would not last long watching this video and I had several hours of videos to go through.
As I continued to suck on each her nipples my hands were busy undoing her slacks. Once I had them unbuttoned and unzipped I ceased sucking on her nipples and knelt down as I pulled her slacks and panties down. The elderly lady placed her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance as she stepped out of them.
“I’m naked and you’re not. That is not fair. Stand up so I can undress you.” She said as she looked into the lens of the camera.
The elderly lady helped me take my shirt off and then began fumbling with the buckle of my belt.
“This damn thing is always giving me problems. One of these days I will figure it out.” She said as I reach down undo it.
As she pushes my jeans down she kneels in front of me. As my jeans pass over my cock it springs out and hits her in the face.
“I need to be careful. That thing is hard enough to take an eye out.” She says with a giggle as she grabs hold of my cock and guides it into her mouth.
“God I love the way you suck my cock. It feels so good in your mouth.” I say as I stare into the camera lens and grin.
The only reply I get back is a muffled noise and a growl.
I stop the video and plug my headphones in and place them over my ears. I then hit the play button again. For some unknown reason the audio gets low on this video and half the fun is listening.
“Oh Mary if you don’t slow down I’m going to explode in your mouth.” I say as I grab her head with both hands.
“Well we don’t want that. This is my birthday present and you promised me at least three orgasms before you come.” Mary says after letting my cock slip from her mouth.
I am lost in my own little world as the video plays out. Occasionally I squirt a dab of lube on my cock and stroke it once or twice.
Back in the video Mary had climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She reaches down with her two hands and spreads her pussy lips to reveal just how wet she is. I climb onto the bed, between her legs and begin to tease her pussy with my fingers. Mary moans as she tries to thrust her pussy over my fingers but I pull my hand back.
“I don’t care how you fuck me. Just fuck me.” Mary moans loudly as she squeezes her breasts with her hands.
I lean over and lightly lick her pussy from her ass to her clit. As I stop I look her in the eye and ask: “Tell me how naughty this is.”
“It’s very naughty now lick my pussy and make me come.” Mary replies as she tries to force my head back down to her pussy.
“Why is it naughty? Tell me why it is naughty!” I say as I again lightly run my tongue over her pussy.
I have watched this video many, many times and I know what is coming next and up until now I have only been teasing my now throbbing cock. My cock is well lubed up and my hand glides smoothly over the head and down the shaft as I anticipated Mary’s reply.
“Your wife is my granddaughter and I am a dirty slut who needs your hard cock. Now suck my clit. I’m close to coming.”
I’ve known Mary since 1980 and in 1981 I married into her family. I was 30 and Mary was 65 when she caught me jacking off in the barn. She helped me that day and it wasn’t too long after that I helped her get off. For over twenty years Mary and I would somehow manage to get alone with each other for sex. I was pretty handy and before my wife’s grandparents moved to the east coast I helped them around their place. Mary’s husband died ten years after we started our fling. That made getting together much easier when she came out to visit.
It’s been five years since Mary died at the ripe old age 95. For her 89th birthday Mary flew out to our place and stayed for a month. My secret folder dated for 2012 is my favorite. Mary’s appetite for sex was amazing. Even at the age of 89 she could ride with the best of them. The last video we did together shows her soaking my cock three different times and her vocabulary would make a sailor blush. The only thing Mary enjoyed more than a hard cock was a hard cock squirting come. My video and picture collection of us has hundreds of come shots that landed on her or in her. Mary was a daredevil also. She enjoyed pushing the envelope regarding our secret sex affair. There were a few times we almost got caught. Many of them were to close for comfort.
I continued to watch the video lost in my own world yearning and missing this wonderful mature lady. I held no remorse for our affair. That had left me years ago. The truth was I loved this lady as if she were my wife, not the grandmother of my wife.
Mary moaned she needed to feel my cock in her pussy. The way we were positioned on the bed would allow the camera lens to capture my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Each time I watch this video I relive that moment of when Mary orgasms and causes me to come.
“Oh lord your cock feels wonderful. Give me all of it. Make me come with your cock.” Mary says as she grabs my ass with her hands.
I’ve watched this video many times and I know what is coming next. As I sit and relive the moment I feel my balls begin to tighten up. A sure sign I’m about to come.
In a few seconds Mary is going to loudly announce she is coming and the video camera has captured her squirting over and around my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy forcing me to come.
“I’m coming!” Mary screams as she begins thrashing under me.
I watch the video and still marvel at the amount of come Mary squirts out. I feel the pressure in my balls and stroke my cock with force and at the moment I know there is no turning back and I feel the come rising to the tip of my cock I’m startled by the hand on my shoulder.
To say I was surprise would be an understatement. Shock and fear first come to mind. I spin my chair around and jump out of it at the same time. With my hand still holding my cock I stand up causing my headphones to unplug from the computer. Although the volume on the video was somewhat low it sounded as if it were echoing through the Grand Canyon.
I’m staring face to face with Old Widow Smith. Both of our faces show the shock and surprise. In less than a heartbeat both of us glance down at my cock that is still in my hand. I try to stop what I know is about to happen without success.
Widow Smith is too close and she going to get hit with what I can only describe as friendly fire.
I watch as the first volley hits on her shirt between her breasts. Two buttons are unsnapped and the warm cream hits her skin.
Now I am scared. I can see Widow Smith’s lips moving but I can’t hear a thing she is saying. The second volley hits lower than the first. The third one lands at her feet. I realize I haven’t gone deaf, it’s the headphones that I still have over my ears. To make matters worse I realize I am still stroking my cock.
With my free hand I pull the headphones off and look her in the eye as she smiles and says:
“I guess I should have worn a raincoat.”
Widow Smith’s attention is now on the video that’s playing on the computer screen and the voices coming from it. I could only hope Widow Smith would not know who the lady was. I never thought about shutting the damn thing down.
“Grandma, that was by far one of your strongest orgasms.” I hear myself say.
“Well catch your breath Mark, because you owe me at least two more.” Mary replied as I rolled off her to reveal her face to the video camera.
I watched Widow Smith as she glanced from the computer screen to my cock and then to the come on her chest.
“Well I can see the proverbial cat is out of the bag. Or should I say pussycat?”
Widow Smith put a lot of emphasis on the word pussy as she used an index finger to touch my come that I’d shot at her.
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