"It's the panties isn't it," she said looking at my waning erection.
"No, no I just..."
"It's okay," she replied. "I know what 'granny panties' can do to a guy but hey, just imagine me in bikinis or even worse... a thong. They just don't mix with pleasantly plump."
"But you're not..."
"You don't need to lie young one, but it's sweet of you to try. Not everyone's so nice."
"Others? You've done this before?" I asked.
"Pretty much every year. Can you blame me? I mean with him so busy with work for months on end. And these days, with the decorations and marketing starting in October I hardly see him for half the year and then he's so worn out it's another month before he looks at me."
"I never thought..."
"A woman has needs, I have needs," she said reaching out and taking my cock, stroking it. "Ah, there we go, nice and hard... and small."
"Small? It's bigger than..."
"Oh my, I'm sorry, it's just that, well my husband is so... he's simply huge," holding her hands like twelve inches apart. "Talk about a Yule Log."
"I guess that's to be expected considering who he is," I replied.
"No, no you don't understand. Small is good. I can hardly walk after he pummels me. And my mouth, there's no way I could do something like this."Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth and drew in all of me. Feeling my cock slip down her throat almost put me over the edge, but I regained composure as she moved her head back and said, "I can barely get the head of his cock in my mouth, so small is nice."
Reaching down I cupped her breasts, lifting them as she stood up. Each one hung nicely in my hands, so soft and fleshy. Gently kneading them, I moved with her as she backed onto the bed, opening her legs.