Quiet? Of course, I had been quiet. What did she expect me to do? Wriggle and squirm and moan as she dived her the sheet and began to nibble at my foreskin? Sigh and cry out as she sucked my dick into her mouth. Scream as my balls exploded and pumped my cum down her throat?
I wasn't naïve. Maggie warned me, when she knew she was dying, that I would be a target, for widows and divorcees on the look out for a new mate, as she put it. And Karen had made her interest obvious pretty much from the day of the funeral. Subtle at first, then increasingly obvious. She must have known that I wasn't going to jump into bed with another woman, not after losing my wife of 25 years. And I was grateful to her for suggesting we get away, somewhere private she said, away from the prying eyes of the neighbours I thought.
This would be our first time. I'd got the message. And if I hadn't, it would have been obvious when emerged from the bathroom wearing a red and black thong and matching push up, low cut bra. My dick was stiffening before she got to the bed and she just pulled back the sheet, pushed down my shorts and went down on me.
You've got to remember that I'd not been with another woman since Maggie passed and hadn't even wanked, I was never into that. So I didn't last long, not that I would have anyway, not with the way she attacked me.
And now here I am, my dick sinking fast into the sunset.
She's not see much life from that quarter any time soon, not at my age, even with her dressed like a cheap whore, not that I had ever seen one.
Not exactly how I had imagined the evening working out.
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