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The Widow Henderson
Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Erotica, Mature, Reluctance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com
mid-fifties. Light brown wavy hair down to her shoulders framed a slim face with green eyes, a small upturned nose and full soft lips. Even with a baggy sweatshirt on I could tell her breast were rather large for her slender frame. Her shapely legs poking from the bottom of her cut-off denim shorts seemed to go on for miles. "How are you doing Mrs. Henderson," I asked. "Just fine thank you. Got another one of those beers, Bradley?" "You know I always have one for you," I laughed. I watched her struggle through the waist high bushes, and then she followed me to the deck and sat on the lounge chair next to my chair. I returned with two beers from the fridge, handed one to her, and got comfortable in my ratty armchair. We sipped our beers in silence listening to the sounds of the approaching night. The two of us sitting peacefully on my deck had become a ritual we shared two or three times a week since my parents had died. I actually found myself looking forward to these times. Mrs. Henderson, I never called her anything else, was good company and I enjoyed her visits even when we didn't talk much. During these visits I learned that she used to be a schoolteacher but quit that after her husband was killed. She told me it was too much for her to handle at the time, but she had planned on going back to teaching, she just never did though. With Bill's pension she could afford to stay at home and do whatever she felt like doing. When I had asked why they didn't have any kids her ...