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Three months after Steve and I had double fucked Audrey and three weeks after she’d died her funeral was held, Grandma wanted to go and asked me if I’d take her, obviously I said I would. We attended the service and then was asked back to the wake at a local public house. After being there for twenty minutes or so Grandma had to go but I was asked if I wanted to stay.

I took Grandma to her shop and then went back to the pub, getting myself a drink this lady came to talk to me. “Are you *****” “Yes” “I’m Audrey’s sister, Rose, she told me all about you” “Really” smiling at me she said “Oh yes all about you”, I smiled to myself, we went and sat at a table to talk, pointing to a man in a wheelchair she said “That’s my husband”.

Apparently Rose’s hubby was ten years older than she, 76, and had had a stroke some seven years earlier, she was his carer. I got up and went to the bar for another drink and studied Rose, she was dressed in black, black skirt, black blouse, and black jacket, and obviously as it was a funeral. She was around 5’5” overweight probably about 14 stone with black hair.

As I turned round from the bar she was standing there “I’m just going out for a cigarette” she said “Hang on a minutes I’ll join you”, as I got my stuff together she walked over to speak with her husband and then came back to me and said “Come on then”. We walked outside, it was sunny and warmish, as I lit up Rose said I need to sit down and I replied “follow me”.

Around the back was where all the barrels were stored, as we approached she said “Have you got a spare cig” I lit it and handed it to her, she sat on a wall and we talked some more. After a few minutes she stood up and walked towards me as I was leaning against the wall. “I was jealous of our Audrey when she told me about you” “Really” I answered.

I looked around and there was no-one in sight, these were the days before camera’s, she came closer as she threw her used cig away, I thought to myself she will need fucking. I grabbed her by the arms and gently pushed her against the wall, moving straight in and kissed her full on her lips, it didn’t take her long to push her tongue in my mouth as her arm wound around my neck.

As we snogged away my hands around her waist soon moved up to be touching the front of her tits, as I fondled them I slipped onto kissing her neck, she was breathing heavily, I reached round the back and unclipped her bra, rolling her nipples as they escaped, she gasped, I bent down and was licking them as she moaned quietly.

Pulling up her skirt my hand glided up between her legs and she parted them as she stood, my fingers rubbing the front of her knickers. As she moaned I slipped my finger under the elastic and rubbed her clitoris, she parted her legs a little more. It was soon apparent she was close. Moving my fingers across her button as I licked her nipples she moaned louder and then.

I could feel her juice trickling over my fingers as she buried her face in my shoulder to stifle her groaning, as she came. She grabbed me and snogged me furiously as I withdrew my fingers, unbuttoning my jeans I pulled them and my boxers down, with my solid wood in my hand I turned her around and whispered in her ear “Put your hands on the wall”.

As she did I gathered up her skirt above her bum and pulled down her knickers, it was then I could see her chub hanging down, now that’s always turned me on, even back when I was younger. Parting her thighs I slipped myself in to her warm saturated pussy, and started to slowly fuck her. Hanging on to her hips I screwed her slow but firm and she moaned with every thrust.

I knew that because of the location we were in this position would be the only one manageable as I started to build up a little speed. Before I knew it ten minutes had passed and I was shagging her faster and knew I wouldn’t last much longer, slamming into her like a steam train her groaning was constant.

Then I could feel my climax approaching, I pulled out and turned her to face me, taking her hand I put it on my cock, she started to pull me. “Lick it” I whispered “I can’t” she said, which left me a little disappointed. I pushed her back against the wall, parted her legs, bunched up her skirt and holding her belly I saw her massive untrimmed bush, rubbing my cock on her gash I pushed in from the front.

Snogging her I fucked her harder and as fast as I could as she groaned again, I knew I was close. Using all my strength I fucked her hard and then slammed up to the hilt as my spunk shot out right up her old cunt, shagging and shagging I emptied my balls inside her. As I fell out limp I got dressed as did she, she was leaning against the wall breathless.

“Don’t you do oral” I asked, “No it’s awful” she replied. As we had another cigarette she said “I’ll have to go to the toilet you’re running out of me”, I moved my hand under her skirt and felt the stickiness and said “Yes you will” as she walked off in that direction. I had two cigs and made my way inside the pub to say goodbye, she kissed me and her husband shook my hand, unaware I’d just fucked his wife.

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