I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

Although the "fun" with Lina gave me a lot of pleasure, I still wanted more, because as everyone knows I'm a crazy old man and insatiable. One morning, the doorbell rang; I pressed the camera button on the intercom and saw that it was a stranger; I went to the gate and asked what she wanted. "Good morning, young man. I'm in need. I'd like to know if you have any food to give me", she said in a moaning voice. Before answering, I examined her in detail; she must have been between fifty-five and sixty years old; she was not badly dressed and did not have a face with many marks, which denoted not being a beggar, but just someone with difficulties; I opened the gate and we began to talk; her name was Lydia, separated and with two children both teenagers, living in the house of her father, a retired civil servant. After this brief acquaintance, I invited her in for a closer conversation while I looked for something to donate. I offered her a cup of coffee, which she gladly accepted; as she drank the coffee, I found in the pantry a package of cookies and a guabada (all valid, of course!). I handed it to her, seeing a smile on her face. "Thank you very much!" she said euphorically. "I don't know how to thank you!" -Well, first of all, let the gentleman go! <unk> I answered in a playful tone <unk> Call me by your name ..., and secondly, you don't have to thank me, but if I could ask you something ... "What? You can ask me to do it!" Lydia answered promptly. You may feel hurt by me, but I amended it in an affectionate tone. - No way, young man! <unk> he insisted emphatically <unk> You can ask for anything you want! - I wanted to see you naked <unk> I replied with a hesitant tone <unk> But, all right ..., if you don't want I understand! "Is that what the young man wants?" she asked, surprised at the words. I shook my head; for a moment Lydia was stunned, not knowing what to do or say; I thought she had gone too far and it would cost me dearly. But to my surprise, she got up and began to take off her clothes, becoming naked to me; Lydia had a normal body, not too fat, not too thin; her breasts were of medium size and a little drooped, and her butt was covered with hair. I could see in her face a little shyness and also excitement. I approached her and held her breasts in my hands, squeezing them tenderly, which caused Lydia to let out a little groan, turning her eyes; I began by kissing her nipples and then began to suck them voraciously. Lydia groaned still more and began to caress my head; seeming to have lost her shyness, she pulled the cord of my bermuda and thrust her hand inside, looking for the roll she held firmly. I caused the bermuda to slide to the floor to facilitate the handling by Lydia who began to massage it playing with the balls. - Boy ..., can I suck it? <unk> she asked without hiding her anxiety. Aquiesci nodded and Lydia got down on her knees and started licking the hard roll; the first licks seemed hesitant, but soon she showed that she knew how to take care of a stiff dick; I got a sensational blowjob, with Lydia sucking her head like ice cream, passing her tongue around her, going down to the balls and back; she did this many times until she ended up swallowing the mast and sucking like someone who hadn't done it in a long time. Lydia sucked at the same time as she massaged the balls and raised her hands until her fingers reached my nipples which she pinched hard, making me even more aroused. At one point, I held her head and began punching her mouth like a bottle, burying my cock as deep as possible, and almost choking her, although Lydia seemed to enjoy that form of oral sex. And while I was hitting hard, she took the opportunity to hit a siren, fingering and scraping her bouquet like crazy, obtaining several orgasms. On my part, unable to restrain myself, I warned her that my mockery was coming and she only nodded in agreement; after an involuntary muscle contraction, I felt a long shiver followed by a spasm that took me to the peak of the mockery. I ejaculated into her mouth, and Lydia did her best to contain the load, succeeding in swallowing my semen naturally; she waited for the roll to soften and trickle out of her mouth, licking it in order to sip the saliva from my member. I looked at the floor next to her and noticed a bright little puddle of fruit from her masturbation. -Thanks you saw, lad <unk> she said while dressing <unk> I love to suck a roll from time to time ..., since I can not fuck ... I asked, curious and a little frightened, do you have any health problems? - It's nothing like that, it's not. - She replied in a grumpy tone. - It's that the bouquet is my father's... it's the payment for living with him... I tried to hide my expression of surprise, but Lydia realized that I was a bit shocked. Before she left, I took some money out of my wallet and gave it to her; she thanked me, but said that she could not accept it. - Of course you can <unk> I replied with an assertive tone <unk> This is not a payment ..., it is a donation of good will! She took the money trying to hold back the tears that were rolling.