Her name was Alana. The mother of four girls brook 18, Kara 16, twins Toni and Connie 10. Alana was mid 40s dark blonde shoulder length hair, 5'5, petite legs up to her tits. The wife of a preacher. But I'm sure ever man and boy in their congregation dreamed about getting a piece of her.
Me mid fifties six ft 260 grayish hair. Son of a preacher too. Spent a lot of time growing up. Sneaking young girls to rooms at church and at our house. Grooming them to allow me to sink my fingers into their love holes. Feeling the juices trickle down my hand and soaking their tiny panties. No I was not the good boy that everyone thought I was.
Enough about me. A few months ago she lost her husband unexpectedly. She and I had never been in contact before only seen at church sometimes. Out of the blue I get a message from her. Asking if we could have lunch and talk. I work an hour from home and she is three hours away. I explain I could do breakfast not lunch. She agreed that was fine. She said she'd contact me on Thursday to see if Friday was still good. I was some what confused. Was she driving three hours that morning just to have breakfast with me. I wasn't sure that she even cared for me that much. Thursday came and she called to confirmed. I ask if she was driving down just to eat and talk. No I'm already in town at a hotel. She had told the girls she was getting away for the weekend. Friday morning I pull up to the hotel and ring the room to let her know I'm there. She invites me up to the room. And that we'd order breakfast from the kitchen. Oh well this might not be bad after all. I tap on the door she peeks her head around with that smile that always made my cock jump. As the door opened she stayed behind it for me to enter. As the door closed I seen why. She was dressed in a light blue teddy French cut panties that fit perfectly. The legs that were usually covered down to the knees were now in full glory. Giving away the fact that she helped on their farm. Firm filled out in all the right places. Her top was just sheer enough to reveal her dark erect nipples.
It had been less than a half a year since she buried the father of her girls. Is she still in shock or is she that horny. So horny she couldn't contain herself. Or has she always been this way. But kept it a deep secret that only her lovers knew. If so how many were they and who could they be.
I stood speechless but my body was saying touch her hold her devour her. As she approach me she was searching my eyes to see what my reaction would be. She gently pushed me back to a chair beside the bed. As I sat down she straddle my legs. She was already so hot that the fragrance of her sex floated up into my nostrils.