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17/08/2022
It was October1992 and Peg was sitting on the couch crying and insisting our relationship would eventually end and Id tire of her and find a younger woman.
It was actually total bliss for me since I'd moved in with her in March. We had just returned from a beautiful foliage ride and had picked apples in an orchard. Her home was in the rural northeast U.S. a few miles from the ski resort we both worked at.
She was a 5th generation local and I was a transient bartender who stayed pn after winter because I was crazy about this 52 year old blond. I was 36 and never married and she was my first older woman.
I tried to calm her down and reassure her and reminded her I'd just asked het to marry while in the orchard and I meant it. She was married 30 years to the same man and he died in a car accident in 1989. Id been her first sec in the 3 years since and those at my job that winter backed that up. They told me I was crazy to flirt with her and Id never succeed.
I'd met her Christmas week 1991 as she processed my employment paperwork and by Valentine's Day she invited me to a home cooked meal at her home. I think the Valentine's card and single rose I left on her desk finally sealed the deal. She didn't dress for the occasion and I truly didn't expect her to.
She wore a black sweatshirt and black clam digger type pants that the legs came up to about mid calf , but the low heeeled white thong sandals revealed the most beautiful perfect feet with glossy blue toenail polish. My eyes were fixated on her feet and she sort of giggled and said I hope uou like that and said her husband brought that polish home a few years before he died and he loved the look.
She said she'd worn nothing else since and that it was a running joke at work. I learned a lot about her that night including how a women's infection as a teen kept her from having children and how she loved to fuck and suck until dawn. She'd saved it all up for 3 years waiting for the right guy.
We ate the turkey casserole ( exactly what she made) from the night before for breakfast breakfast. We fucked like rabbits all summer and she even easily gave up her ass which I could tell wasn't close to being virgin. She loved to sit me down and knell between my legs and suck me to completion swallowing every drop while moaning. Id look down at her sucking.
She'd look up into my eyes as in a trance. I'd look down at her curly blond hair on top of her head and her brushed back sides into a small ponytail clipped on at the back. Her gace a dead ringer for the schoolteacher in Hoosiers right down to the slight bump on the bridge of her nose. Of course her coloring was different.
It was actually total bliss for me since I'd moved in with her in March. We had just returned from a beautiful foliage ride and had picked apples in an orchard. Her home was in the rural northeast U.S. a few miles from the ski resort we both worked at.
She was a 5th generation local and I was a transient bartender who stayed pn after winter because I was crazy about this 52 year old blond. I was 36 and never married and she was my first older woman.
I tried to calm her down and reassure her and reminded her I'd just asked het to marry while in the orchard and I meant it. She was married 30 years to the same man and he died in a car accident in 1989. Id been her first sec in the 3 years since and those at my job that winter backed that up. They told me I was crazy to flirt with her and Id never succeed.
I'd met her Christmas week 1991 as she processed my employment paperwork and by Valentine's Day she invited me to a home cooked meal at her home. I think the Valentine's card and single rose I left on her desk finally sealed the deal. She didn't dress for the occasion and I truly didn't expect her to.
She wore a black sweatshirt and black clam digger type pants that the legs came up to about mid calf , but the low heeeled white thong sandals revealed the most beautiful perfect feet with glossy blue toenail polish. My eyes were fixated on her feet and she sort of giggled and said I hope uou like that and said her husband brought that polish home a few years before he died and he loved the look.
She said she'd worn nothing else since and that it was a running joke at work. I learned a lot about her that night including how a women's infection as a teen kept her from having children and how she loved to fuck and suck until dawn. She'd saved it all up for 3 years waiting for the right guy.
We ate the turkey casserole ( exactly what she made) from the night before for breakfast breakfast. We fucked like rabbits all summer and she even easily gave up her ass which I could tell wasn't close to being virgin. She loved to sit me down and knell between my legs and suck me to completion swallowing every drop while moaning. Id look down at her sucking.
She'd look up into my eyes as in a trance. I'd look down at her curly blond hair on top of her head and her brushed back sides into a small ponytail clipped on at the back. Her gace a dead ringer for the schoolteacher in Hoosiers right down to the slight bump on the bridge of her nose. Of course her coloring was different.
Poster:
Billy
