Memories of a Gilf

I was in my early 30’s working a small thrift store. She was 60 & neglected. Her hubby had cheated on her. She was about 112 lbs 4’7″, then with long salt & Pepper auburn hair. She wore tight yoga pants & workout gear. She was a regular & flirted all the time. She would bend over in front of me & her shiny tight asscheeks would make me hard. She was my 1st Gilf. Some days I could see she didn’t wear panties. She had blue eyes & a great smile. Sensual & aware she had that spark that makes men notice.

I don’t mean to sound derogatory but she was a trailer trash goddess. She gave me her number one day, I wasn’t too sure about it.I knew she was hot with her little nipples always poking out at me. Her pussy lips just inches away from my watering mouth. She knew I wanted her. I thought it was just a passing flirtation. One day she came in alone w/out hubby.