He first met this woman a year ago when he was waiting for his car in the lobby of a car wash. Mary was very angry at the slow manager. Her break ended and she was late for work. She waited a long time while her car was placed in the camera, then the worker searched for a long time for the toner to match the color of the decorative lining on the bumper, and now she ended up talking in a raised voice. In such a situation it was impossible not to pay attention to her. And Ayl tried to calm her down. He was not the first to use the services of this car wash, he knew all the shortcomings of the washing station, and therefore he friendlyly recommended her to warn the staff about the visit and he cheered everyone in the lobby with a couple of witty jokes. Later this fleeting meeting received an unexpected continuation and the day came when Mary's photo appeared in Ayl's notebook.
That morning, Ayl changed his habits and ended up at a cafe near the house just for lunch. The tables were occupied by visitors, but near the door he noticed a free place, where a thin woman in a blue dress sat with his back to him. That's why he approached her and asked for permission, - he sat down on the opposite chair. He only spread his hands when he recognized the client of a car wash in her. She recognized him too and both laughed. It was natural that word by word they met and later finished their lunch almost simultaneously.
Now Ayl knew that her name was Mary, that she and her husband had changed their area of residence, she recently started working in the office of the insurance company near the public garden around the corner, that her husband's work is constantly connected with long-distance travels and therefore all the worries in their house lay on her shoulders. And if we take into account that she has four children, she must always be in a hurry and often late. From what was said it was obvious that her behavior and character recommended her as a caring mother and wife. But at the same time, her manner of speaking quickly - testified to the emotional character. It was necessary to recognize that this red-haired ma'am was a very pleasant companion.
Subsequent events have confirmed that it is not by chance that after two or three days Ayl refused from the usual breakfast and went to lunch. As a pensioner, he had enough free time, and something pushed him to continue the conversation. It was then that he realized that the instinct was pushing him to do it, the predator instinct which sensed potential prey. Their frequent meetings became a tradition, and their conversations became more and more relaxed and free.
One day, when Mary had some free time, she got into Ayl's car and they looked at the local sights. It is not surprising that a woman later surrendered under his insistent requests and he drove her to the deserted sandy shore of the ocean. It was a beautiful place where she admired the picture of the surf that crashed against the coastal reefs. She really enjoyed this trip and she did not regret that she concealed three hours of her time from her husband, and which were taken from her family.
He did not ask her how old she was. But he knew that her eldest son was married and presented her with a granddaughter. Daughters was 19 years old and she began working in a bank. As for the rest of the children, they attended school. The boy was 15 years old, and the girl was 13. Husband Mary worked as a traveling salesman and lately he has rarely been at home. It was obvious that as a mother and wife, Mary does everything for comfort and well-being in the family. But as Ayl understood, this could not be said about her husband.
This woman woke up Ayl's undisguised interest in her, an interest that ignited his desire to get from this respectable wife and mother much more than meeting at lunch. But it was a situation when it is stupid to speed things up. Bitter poison scares off a potential victim, but if the poison is sweet and has a pleasant aroma - there is no salvation... The farmer knew this very well, there were poisons for every taste in his collection.
Mary could never be called beauty queen. No, at first glance, she was one of thousands of women in the crowd. But Ayl's eyes unmistakably found in her what was not noticed by others. In appearance she could have been given 45-50 years, but this was the case when a gourmet could appreciate the preserved freshness of fruit. Freckles on white skin did not spoil the appearance, moreover, red hair and brown eyes perfectly cohabited with these spots on the cheeks. A disproportionately long cut of the mouth made the eyes stop on those juicy pink lips that neglected lipstick and leveled off the first wrinkles.
With the growth of 5'3-5'4, Mary's figure did not attract casual attention either. Her breasts hid under clothes and only small mounds stretched thin fabric. The hips were not wide, and the waist was not the waist of a wasp. But every time Ayl approached the cafe table, his eyes dived under the neckline of her blouse.
Yes, these were sluggish and sagging breasts of not once a pregnant woman who fed not one child with milk. But the cups of her bra were filled to the brim, and her breasts, like long petals of lilies, flowed down into the bra cups, where they were blurred with snow-white and defenseless weight. Few people know that in such a situation, external small dimensions can only be an illusion. It was the bosom of a generous mother. These were breasts that can hold more than one glass of milk for those who want to satisfy their hunger from her nipples. Her legs were muscular and did not differ grace and her hips were not wide. But when she bent down and lowered the tray with lunch, - he saw in front of him those little round buttocks, this round and sexy ass of the female.
As among the beasts... He saw the strong ass of the predator when the beast is rapidly running towards the goal, but on the other hand it was the croup of a young mare who would shudder submissively under a strong stallion. It was a little ass that could be sweet, and at the same time it was a bitch ass, which can be prey for a strong beast. And these white breasts concealed many surprises, too... It was the saggy breasts of this mature woman that gave birth to fantasies of vice. Fantasies, where she held her palms with heavy breasts filled with milk, and large white drops dripped from the nipple...
Yes, the years have not spared Farmer. His long cock was not often and not for a long time could be tough as the scepter of the sovereign. Yes, this cock was getting tight in his palms when Ayl was masturbating. Yes, sticky sperm from his balls splashed out and flowed on the phallus when he played with himself. But today it was not important. He was a farmer in his plans and desires. And for these plans and desires, he had a special reason to get pleasure.
