It was only a little past one in the afternoon and I knew all my mature fantasies were going to be coming true before the sun went down. And, if I played my cards right, I would never need to worry about where my next fuck was coming. There is a lot to be said for older women and their experience. My cock knows. My cock is busy everyday once the men folk leave for work. I wonder if they ever ask themselves why their wives are suddenly happy again. Nah. Men don't think like that, they only care if they get to cum--the hell with the women! Yeah, right!
Mom told me the other day that a new widow was moving in two streets over and may like to join our little social club. I sure hope so. I still have a fantasy or two to work out.
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