Tomboy named Sue - Sex Stories

Tomboy named Sue

... and talked about different things, but no sexual tones. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it. 2 years later, my wife had some bl**d vessel near the heart burst. She died before they got her to the hospital. Sue was at the funeral, and said to call her if I need anything, or someone to talk to. My company paid 100% for both our life insurance policies, in the amount of 2 years of MY salary, so I did not have any financial worries After a while I tried some dates with other women, but there was never any music, if you know what I mean.. A few months later, Sue’s son got married. I was asked to be part of the head table, next to her. We got to talking afterward, and I said: “Now that your son is married, why don’t you come and stay with me for a while. If it works out, we can make it permanent” She said she will drive there tomorrow. They next day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we talked a bit, and she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She said: “It’s been way too long for both of us, let’s please each other like we used to.” She started taking off her clothes. Who am I to argue? I noticed her legs were still muscular, and she was in good shape, as also I was. I ...

... commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girls softball team. Then, in a mischievous voice she said “cowgirl?” I said “ride ‘em, cowgirl” We did that, then did dog-style and some other stuff. We lay in bed and talked some. She said although her husband had a somewhat bigger cock, sex was better with me. I guess to make up for only being 5-7; I made up for it with technique. I said my wife was maybe twice a week for sex, however, I learned to live with it being she was great otherwise. After 6 months, we got married. She gave her house to her son, and we made my house our home. I had a more modern home with a pool and an exercise room, in the suburbs. With the combination of her settlement and my wife’s life insurance, we did not have to work. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered in the public school system to help problem c***dren get thru school. When we married, she had moved a lot of boxes into my storage area over the garage. I had stuff there which sat from the time I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to discard unwanted and display some wanted mementos, and we found a well used, dog eared book—the one we used as teenagers. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom…….