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Church ladyIt was the first time we had been in this church. I was there with my wife and step-daughter. We were sitting in the back out of the way and trying not to be noticed.She walked in, went past us, turned around, looked around and then came back to sit in front of us. She spun around in the pew, looked at the three of us and then locked eyes with me and said, “you’re new here.” I thought, great the head of the welcominig committee and almost answered with, “You’re pretty sharp, sparky.” but instead just nodded.She introduced herself, and we in turn did the same. She seemed more interested in me than the ladies, a point that was not lost on the wife.She was in her early to mid 70’s but tried to dress younger. A little thick but not bad. Long dark hair streaked with a little gray, like maybe she was due for a color job. Brown eyes. She was in a purple blouse and a skirt that was a little short for a lady her age. Small breast and nice legs. The skirt was a little tight and was showing her panty lines. Some of this I noticed when she walked in and some when she stood up during the service. I noticed a couple of other things too. Some of the other ladies would mean mug her as they came in, some of the older guys would look her over a little too long. One guy, about her age, greeted her. He was dressed in a suit and you could tell by talk and demeanor that he thought he was a player.After the service she suggested we stay for coffee. The wife was quick to say, thanks, no thanks and we left. The minute we got in the car, the wife blurted out, “That whore was all over you.” I tried to play it off as her just being friendly, but yea I got that impression too.The next Sunday the wife had to work so I went alone. She came in and walked right past sitting a few rows in front of me. The player came in a sat beside her. Body language told me she was not real happy about halkalı escort that and I noticed a few times, her glancing back at me.When the service was over she hurried my way, “No wife today?” I said, “No, she had to work.” Her eyes lit up and she said, “Maybe we can have a coffee together.” I replied, “Lead the way.” to which she said, “No, not here. Lets go to a coffee shop.” She suggested a place that I was familiar with and left to meet there.Over coffee, she laid out most of her life story. She grew up in the area, left for college, met a guy, got married and had a couple of k**s. The marriage lasted for 40 plus years until he passed 6 years ago of natural causes. The k**s were estranged for one reason or another and she was alone now. She did assure me that she had male company now and then. She hinted that she, as a woman, had needs.I told her a little about myself, enough that if she thought about things I said, she could put a picture together. I hinted that variety was the spice of life but had no intention of changing my relationship status. I gave her one of my business cards.The next week, the wife and I went to church and she ignored us. She did throw a smile at me when she thought the wife wasn’t looking.The next Sunday after the service, she invited me for coffee again. I suggested the same place and she suggested her place. I told her I had to get gas and she said that was fine it would give her time to change. I got her address and we parted.Thirty minutes later I knocked on her door and when she answered it I saw that she had changed alright. Into a tight blouse and a short skirt. Short enough that I was sure if she bent over I’d know if she was wearing panties or not.She poured us a cup of coffee and we talked for a few minutes. She got up to get something off taksim escort the table in the kitchen. When she bent over, I found out that she indeed was wearing panties, pink ones. Before she could straighten up, I jumped up, crossed the room and pushed her down on the table causing her skirt to ride up some more. She spread her legs a llittle and I slid my hand between her thighs and started to rub her pussy through her panties. I was surprised that she quickly became wet, the more I rubbed the wetter she became. She let out a little moan and said, “I love a man in charge and not afraid to take what he wants.” I replied, “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I could feel her legs starting to tremble, so I pushed the skirt up higher.When I did that I could see that her moisture was running down her legs, so I moved her panties to one side exposing her ass and pussy for my enjoyment. I continued to rub her pussy, before sliding a finger into her. She wasn’t very tight so I slid two more into her. Pretty sure I could of fisted her but decided to save that for another day. Instead, with my first three fingers in her I run my thumb around her ass hole and she started trembling. I could tell her legs were getting weak and I told her to grab on to the table before she fell. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers and skivvies.I ran my cock between the cheeks of her ass before running it between her labia and over her clit. She squirted a little bit when I slid it into her pussy. Not the tightest hole I’ve had but it was wet and warm. She moaned as I pumped in and out of her, occasionally pulling out and rubbing her clit and ass with it before shoving it in hard.After a few minutes I pulled out of her pussy, rubbed her clit a few times with the head of my cock before shoving it into her ass without warning! That got a couple of “oh God’s şişli escort ” and a “please” out of her. I asked her “please, what?” but didn’t get an answer right away. I was pumping her ass hard, when she said, again, “Oh God, Please!” I asked, “Please, what?” again and this time she said, “Cum in my ass, Please cum in my ass!” That was all I needed to here and I grabbed her hips and shot my load of cum into her ass.I held he down with one hand as I pulled my cock out of her ass and watched as my cum oozed out. When I let her up she just slid down onto her knees and stayed there for a minute or so, before shakily getting to her feet. I told her to go clean up and bring a wet wash cloth to clean me off. She went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later with a washcloth and a towel. I stood up, and let her wash me off and then sat down in a chair, while throwing one of the couch pillows onto the floor in front of me.She looked at me and I said, “you need some rest and I need a blow job.” She took the hint and got on her knees and started jerking me off until I became hard and then she took me into her mouth. She didn’t give a bad blow job and it didn’t take long before I grabbed her hair, forced my cock deep into her mouth and shot my load into the back of her throat. I held her there until she swallowed.Later I found out that she was more of a spitter and not a swallower and that was the first time her ass had been used. I assured her that it would not be the last time. We talked for awhile and she explained that her husband was never really forceful with her, nor were any of the men she was with since his passing. She tried to convince me that it was not her intention to have sex with me and only wanted to tease me a little by showing me her panties. She said she never thought she would enjoy being dominated and was surprised that I pushed her down. I let her know that in my realm that if she dressed or acted like a whore she should expect to get treated like one.She asked if I would help her explore her submissive side a little more and I agreed. I told her next time I wanted to see a smoothly shaved pussy and she agreed. I left shortly afterwards and went home to shower.

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