To break the somber mood that had descended on Ms Marlowe I searched around for one of her sweet spots and commenced stirring things up with a vigorous application of tongue, lips and teeth. The lady responded rather quickly and repositioned herself so that my nose was resting only a tongue's length from her clit that was beginning to shuck off it covering so it could come out and play. I did my imitation of a hound searching for the scent and she giggled as my nose ran up and down that thin-lipped cunt she had specially carved from her own flesh for use by only a select few. The more I explored, the better things seemed to get. I could not believe my good luck. Here I was in the company of a mature woman of the world who to all extents and purposes had just received a complete body makeover that took at least twenty-five years off her form. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair as she whispered, "Are you planning to stay for supper, or do you have a previous commitment that you have to honor?"

I planted a wet, noisy kiss on that little nubbin of hard flesh that was coming out to get some fresh air and replied. "I guess the only commitment I have is to tan the hide of this fractious female who is currently trying to seduce me to stay in her bed so we can exchange bodily fluids once more. I do recall not having had much in the line of sustenance this day. I think in realistic terms, supper would solve a number of issues. It would provide me with more energy that could be put to use later as I flattened this lady's firm ass with my belt until she was properly chastised. Then I'd probably have enough interest and enthusiasm left to resume exchanging fluids with this by now very contrite senior citizen that is currently lurking in the body of one at least half her age." My little speech seemed to carry the day and so we got decent, well as decent as the weather would allow, and headed down to the kitchen for some supper.

Mimi hustled and bustled around in her kitchen and I just took in the show and tried not to drool too much at what I was seeing. It was hard not to get excited as I took in her pillowy breasts gently bouncing up and down on her chest as she made one interesting movement after another. Her silver-gray hair and motherly facial characteristics clashed with those firm mounds of flesh and the gently rounded bowl of her stomach, not to mention her firm shapely thighs that emerged from the colorful panties she wore. I'd never seen such a riot of color due to the huge flower pattern that covered them. I couldn't help but notice the white magnolia that seemed deliberately centered in the tight pooching crotch of those silken panties. This was one classy lady and the more I saw of what she had, the hotter I got. It was going to be a real challenge not to declare an intermission here and now so we could retreat to her bedroom and muss up the sheets once more.

Ms Marlowe must have read my mind because she gave a sound akin to a teacher preparing to chide an unruly pupil. "I have invested enough time and energy preparing this meal that I will not allow it to be side-tracked by a certain individual's loss of self control. Now please assist me by getting the table set while I put this into the oven. It will take perhaps thirty-five minutes or so to cook properly, which is really not enough time for you and I to find a comfortable place and position in which to allow ourselves the opportunity to exchange bodily fluids once more. That delightful propect must be held in abeyance until we have fortifed ourselves for what lies ahead this evening."

I was awe struck at the words that tripped from her bee stung lips with such facile grace and ease. I was in the presence of not only beauty but a person of high intelligence who had been the beneficiary of a proper education. At least that was my opinion at that moment in time. I felt like some love struck high school student falling in love with his teacher. That did make me laugh when I thought back to the way Ms. Marlowe was shamelessly cavorting, coupling and copulating with that crazed mob of oversexed teens at my clambake.

Supper, as she decribed it, was anothe revelation. This gorgeous full blown woman could cook. I mean really cook! What she had thrown together was typical of the diet that we country folks ate every day of our lives, but she had added a few tricks and subtracted some of the less perfect aspects of our cusine to create something that was more than just edible. I was beginning to have visions of Rhonda and her evil brood being flung head first off of my front porch while my new lady friend, who looked a lot like Ms Marlowe, beamed happily in my direction. Better yet, standing just behind this vision of loveliness stood a set of blonde twins that appeared at first glance to resemble the Tolliver girls. To make my wet dream even more exciting, this diminutive darling, in a corset that turned her sleek body into an hour glass featuring astounding breasts, stood by the twins smiling and blowing me a kiss as I launched Rhonda's feebleminded son , Jack, into an orbit that would lead to him touching down right next to the hog feeder.

"A penny for your thoughts." Her voice made me feel as if someone was tickling me behind the ear and I did everything but lose control of my back leg. It was a most embarrassing moment, almost like being caught with your pants down and your dick in one hand. Quick as a flash I lied to her, in a sense, then realized that I was speaking the truth. I could see the funny look on her face when I told her I was just tossing a few things around in my mind, and then burst into laughter at what I had just uttered.

Ms Marlowe offered two types of dessert, one being peach cobbler and the other being her own peach to be served upstairs in the comfort of her bed. I was stuffed like a Christmas goose, but courtesy demanded I sample her baking. She cautioned me about having too much to eat, a situation that had more than once left her in a lurch, so to speak. I replied by questioning what kind of swain would substitute food, even her cooking, for the opportunity of an even more delicious feast involving the cook. She smiled and declared that since her surgeries she had not had to address this issue. My chest and another portion of my body swelled with a mixture of pride and lust.

We compromised a bit by doing the dishes, something alien to me in the past, but this was the new me in a new set of circumstances. She washed, I dried and she and I put them away while enjoying a little hanky panky involving certain features of her anatomy being petted, patted, pinched, poked, probed and even prodded, all in a friendly matter I might add. This in turn led to her suggesting that a nice refreshing shower might be in order before we adjorned to the friendly field of strife also known as her bed. I could not ever recall having to shower more than once in a day in all the years I'd been living in the country.This of course did not count the incidences when this was a requirement while I was employed as a stunt cock for E-cubed Enterprises, and had to work long hours under hot lights, often with young ladies that were not at the peak of freshness shall we say.

Deciding that an additional shower would cause no reduction in my libido and might gain me some extra advantages with my lovely, surgically altered bedmate, made the decision an easy one, or as we used to say in La La Land, a no-brainer. Now let me tell you, showering with a naked lady who has all the right things in all the right places and is almost as hot to trot as you are is not an easy task to handle. My erection kept getting in the way of progress and soon I discovered myself on bended knees licking the shaven pubes of Ms Mimi Marlowe and trying my best not to take on too much water as it cascaded down upon us.

Toweling off was another challenge, especially when she asked me to first do her back, then move down to her firm rounded ass and then do some serious drying in that crack between those rounded cheeks that by now were rosy and ready for funning. In return she made sure that my private parts were well attended to, but I thought it a bit unfair when she kissed the head of my pecker and then swabbed the length of my stiff appendage with her pebbled tongue. I nearly lost it then and there. That woman was a demon incarnate at times. I wonder to this day what might have occurred if I had an accident at this point; then I put that ugly thought from my mind because nearly all of the options that remain were negative in the extreme.

We played the "after you, no, after you" game for a few minutes once we were comfortably ensconced in her bed. I then took the bull by the horns and went down on the lady in question, gaining some style points as I tongued her like that pussy was made out of ice cream. She oohed and aahed for the longest time, but her cunt remained dry as dust, quite a surprise given her earlier performance this very day. I began to become frustrated, snuffling around inside her private preserve like a hound trying to pick up the scent of its quarry. Next on the agenda I checked the location where last I had seen her clitoris and discovered that the little nubbin of flesh was still under the covers so to speak.

I will never quite understand what possessed me to do what I did, but without any consideration whatsoever I gave Ms Marlowe's clit a wake up call by nipping it with my teeth right through the hood. My companion tried to levitate herself off the bed at the same time she let out a screech that would have done an owl proud. I grabbed her by the tits and applied some pressure to those ersatz beauties. This time she let out a moan that turned into a howl as I squeezed those firm fun bags, noticing that their texture and consistency was quite lifelike. The next thing I knew she went on the offensive, grabbing me by the hair and jamming my face down and into her snatch which had gone from arid to squishing in no time flat. I could not believe the amount of pussy juice that was issuing from that cunt. I did my best to lap up as much of it as I could to avoid drowning in her bed. I knew that would make a very embarrassing headline and perhaps even a short human interest story on one of the TV networks.

We did a pretty good impression of most of the wrestling events that were showing these days. First I was on the bottom, then after a reverse, she was. I caught an accidental knee to the groin that doubled me up but when she tried it a second time I accidently responded in kind, nailing her right in the cunt and taking all the air out of her lungs. We then locked each other up in a joint death grip, her hands around my family jewels and mine around her neck. Then we kissed and made up as our tongues explored the others mouth and found it to be a good thing.

Then I pinned her to the mattress and proceeded to nail her good and proper. The harder I drilled her the more she pushed back. The faster I reamed her out the more she gushed. The sheets were a mess and I had not yet delivered anything resembling bodily fluids in this particular session. She kept urging me to go deeper, even though I was bottoming out on every other stroke. The only way I could be any deeper is if I punched my way into her uterus. I remember a moment when I got a good look at her face; it was scary. She was literally frothing at the mouth ,or all that drool made it look that way. Her eyes were popping out of their sockets but they were unfocused and she was chewing on her tongue and lips as she made incoherent sounds that were flat spooky.

At one time she actually flipped me over onto my back, mounted me and rode my quivering body like a mad woman. Her pussy was clamped round my cock like one of those anaconda snakes, squeezing the life out of the poor thing. I did what any sane man on the verge of extinction would do, I started slapping her ass for all I was worth, then when that only got her more heated up, I started pounding my fists into her ribs. That worked just fine. Now it was my turn to pin her to the sheets and hold on for dear life. I was afraid of getting my face too close to her lest she take a chunk out of it.

If there was ever a Mexican standoff, this was it. I just did my best to keep as many dangerous parts of this crazy lady restrained in one way or another. Gradually her struggles came to a halt and she heaved a big sigh. "Damn that was great! The next time though, you better use the cuffs on me or you're liable to get hurt." I was totally flabbergasted to hear her say those words. Then it dawned on me that I hadn't ever did what a man was supposed to do; my prong was still like a steel bar jutting out from my loins. It poked into her body, where, I wasn't even sure. She let out a giggle that broke the ice and from there on everything was fine and dandy.

Mimi was most eager to make amends for her behavior which she described as "wanton". I countered with "exuberant" which she graciously accepted. Then she confessed that I was the first man to enjoy the charms of the new and improved Mimi Marlowe and that she was having a difficult time of it learning to operate her new body with its additional hormones and the like. I then diplomatically asked if she was faking it when we had gone at it earlier. That got me a sound cuffing about the head and shoulders, but her blows were in truth love taps, as she could not control her laughter. "No you nasty pervert, I've been holding myself back for fear of just what did occur when I let myself get loose." Her reply made perfect sense to me.

Then I was treated to perhaps the best blowjob a man ever received. Now you have to remember that Ms Mimi Marlowe was famous for her after school courses on the subject of sex and the country girl. She had taught a generation of youngsters the ins and outs of doing the nasty with a heavy emphasis on the hands on approach. It was for this very reason that she had a devoted following of young men and a few young women who never got over their first encounter with the esteemed teacher. Now try to imagine all that knowledge packed into a new body that allowed her to exactly perform in the manner that she espoused in her teachings. I will admit to a feeling of sympathy for a minute or so, the memory of my worthy adversary still freshly imprinted in my mind, not to mention certain parts of my body as well.

Ms Marlowe took all the time in the world getting me relaxed to the point that I began to enjoy the sensations that she was developing in my stiff member that was so filled with blood that it was becoming painful. She did not suck, jack, kiss, lick, hum or perform any of the other features of your typical blowjob. Her blowjob was a smoothly staged event that was like a cycle, growing to a point where I expected release and then backing off ever so slighty to allow me to thoroughly enjoy every subtle move that had gotten us to this phase in the process.

This may sound rather clinical and that is my fault for being unable to adequately put into words what it meant to be brought to another world beyond one's imagination. When I came it was unhurried, it was timed to perfection, it was the ideal ending and yet the promise of another beginning as well. I know this sounds crazy, but those were the thoughts going through my mind when I transferred a couple of million non-swimmers into her warm suctioning mouth and then had the extreme pleasure of watching her throat move as she swallowed every drop. You talk about fulfillment, I was well and truly made complete at that moment.

Later that evening I listened to her story about her relationship with sheriff Vlad. It seemed that the old Mimi Marlowe was searching for something that she felt was missing in her life. She was becoming painfully aware that her attractiveness to many members of the opposite sex was waning despite her fantastic charisma. Even though the fact was that she was considered a legend among the youngsters in this and many surrounding counties, she was still uncomfortable with her current situation.

One day while she was driving somewhere with only a small fraction of her wits devoted to her surroundings, she had the misfortune to not bend, but utterly shatter a number of local ordinances governing the speed limit, right of way and signaling. The upshot of this series of indiscretions was her first meeting with the good sheriff once he got his patrol car out of the ditch where she had caused him to take shelter. After looking carefully at her drivers license which was in good order, and checking both her registration and insurance, he decided to give her a field sobriety test.

Out here in the country when the sheriff, who has just been run off the road tells you to do such and so, you had better comply. This axiom was not lost on Ms Marlowe. So when the sheriff suggested she might have an easier time taking his test if she removed most of her clothing, she complied.The bulge that developed in his perfectly tailored britches was noted by Ms Marlowe. She was rather thrilled over the fact that the sight of her partially clothed body could have such an influence on one so unapproachable as the sheriff.

Although he gave her three tries at passing, the last one while she was stark naked, he concluded that her responses to his requests to do such things as close her eyes and walk a straight line backwards and answer questions such as what was the cube root of four thousand and ninety-six, indicated to him that she was under the influence of either alcohol or drugs. Therefore he cuffed her hands behind her back and put her in the trunk of the police car in order to take the prisoner to his station to be booked. Ms Marlowe was beginning to realize that some negotiationing had to begin here and now. As soon as the car started up, she began kicking and yelling in hopes of getting his attention. A few miles down the road her constant attack on the interior of the trunk got his attention at last.

One thing led to another and instead of being taken to his place of business, she accepted his invitation to visit his domicile and perform some housekeeping tasks in lieu of being booked for a variety of county ordinance violations including assault on an officer of the law. Mimi was of the opinion that she might avoid prison time in this matter with the proper legal assistance, but she would suffer irreparable damage to her character and good name. Besides for the first time in many years she was sexually excited about being with a man, a man that made her feel like a young girl again. A man that had her sopping wet by the time he took her from the police car and marched his handcuffed, naked prisoner into his shabby, poorly maintained house.