won't be back for two days, and I'm all alone." And, with that, she took off her shirt and came to me. Her tits were still huge. And for a woman her age, still firm. We kissed, and her hand went immediately to my crotch, fondling my now hard cock. "Ahh," she whispered to me, "you always could get hard at the drop of a hat," she giggled, "or my shirt."

Five minutes later, after a very, very quick shower, we were both naked in her bed and she was blowing me for all she was worth. Her pussy was still neat, and shaved. She had a big clitoris, a very big clitoris. I had always wondered if this was why she was so horny all the time. It actually was shaped a bit like a cock, and as I sucked the hard nub I imagined it was a cock. And as I fucked her doggy style, I imagined it was a man's hot ass I was fucking. For, over the years I had learned that what I really wanted was sex with men. I was still married, and had only rarely experienced what I wanted, but I knew myself now a lot better than I had when I was younger. I had always had those desires when I was younger too, but in the late sixties and early seventies there were no opportunities and if there were, and you were found out, being labeled a "queer" back then was no joke.

She demanded to swallow my cum, and I let her. Finally, naked, sweating, we lay together in the bed. We talked, and she told me of her numerous adventures since last we had fucked those decades ago. She had been busy all those years getting her holes filled with every type of cock you could imagine. She always had a fetish for "tad poling," fucking guys younger than she was, and it seemed she was still able to attract younger guys. As I was just starting to harden again, we heard noises. We both leapt from the bed, dressed as quickly as possible. I went out the window. Fuck, her husband must have come back early! I went around the back of the house. I could hear Margaret greet the person with familiarity, and then I heard her call out the name, "Mussy." It was her son. "He's out back Mussy." I heard her say, and a moment later the back door opened and I saw him.

He was no older than 40, and was still tall and thin. He still had the huge mop of brown hair, and as we shook hands, I marveled at his long eyelashes and hot, sexy brown eyes. Tiny freckles covered his nose, and his lips were full, sensuous. As I followed him inside, I couldn't help but look at his tight, jean covered butt. His legs looked long and slim. Damn, this guy was hot! All three of us sat in the living room and talked. Margaret had thrown on the same clothes, and I could see Mussy look at her oddly. Did he know? Suspect?

He was working in Charlottesville for a software security company. He wasn't married, and when I asked that question and he said no, I saw a strange look on Margaret's face. Finally, after about an hour, he said he had to leave. He asked me how long I would be visiting, and I told him a week or so, that I was staying in Charlottesville also. He gave me his contact