This true story was written for mature women by a mature woman. I am here to tell you that is a lot of hooey. I know this because until my 62nd birthday I felt the same way. My husband of 40 years died of a massive heart attack when I was I spent the entire next year angry at the world and the following year feeling sorry for myself. The third year I began to heal and started getting on with the rest of my life, which brings me to the beginning of my story.
I was 35 years old and visiting a friend in Southern California for about a week. It was the morning after Halloween, my friend was at work and I went down the street to a small neighborhood bar for a bit of the "hair of the dog. The bartender and an old guy sitting at the end of the bar. I took a stool mid bar and ordered a beer.
Mandy is sitting on the end of the couch and I get up and move in between her and Becky and they make room for me to sit down. Mandy perks up immediately now that I am down by her and cuddles up on to my arm and makes sure my hand is right on her warm and slightly wet pussy. I have known Gemma for around 13 years now having gone to college with her. Her mum Maureen is in her late 50's blonde and very busty.