Her long, shining black hair assisted the opulence of her full, perfectly proportioned contours. Although she was massively build au balcon Stella Burnside had the tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair of hips that were just made for bedroom games. If Phil hadn't been so preoccupied with "protecting" his former wife, perhaps he might have had time for some of those bedroom games himself. But as it was, young men doted on her motherly proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young muscles, and the voluptuous divorcee often remarked on the good fortune she had had to be free while she was still enticing enough to enjoy it!

Matt began reflexively stroking himself, his young mouth hanging open. The grunts and groans from the movie screen were still filtering into the small, makeshift cloak room, and combined with the sight of the most magnificent female body he had ever seen, the obscene love-sounds were enough to make his balls ache.

"Oh, Jesus God!" the curly-haired student mumbled, his mouth capturing one luscious breast again as his eyes feasted on the sight of her nakedly wispy cuntal vee. By looking down through the corners of his eyes, he could see the thinly lipped little slit of the older woman's vagina, moistening slightly with her shimmery liquid secretion.

The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now, although in all honesty, Matt couldn't see how she had managed to shed her clothes so fast. His hands were all over her as her body strained and worked while he rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to the tiny puckered circle of her tightly clenched anus. He pulled her whole body almost on top of his, as he worked his hand up into the satin-like softness until his fingers came in hot wet contact with the soft dark curls of her pubic hair that was already slick with the juices of her rising desire.