I would be carrying your baby. You know that Bob and I never had children. I wish we had met you a long time ago. You are so handsome, you are such a wonderful lover, and you make me feel so alive when I get to fuck you,” she tells me in a heartfelt manner. As we uncouple, she just lays her head on my chest, running her fingers across my chest. “Mel, If I was single and 30 years older, I would big be standing in line to marry you. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re smart and you are such a wonderful lover,” I tell her, looking directly into her beautiful emerald green eyes. “David, may I make a suggestion?” Mel asks. “Absolutely,” I reply. “You need a new name for your home. The Commune just sounds…. well, like you’re trying to emulate Jim Jones the cult leader who killed everyone in the late '70s. You need something sexier. I was thinking of ‘Chateau de l’amour’ or Castle of love,” she says making me think that she has a valid point. “For you my dear, I will change the name of the Commune to Chateau de l’amour. We’ll call it the amateur Chateau for short.” I say to her before I kiss her long and passionately. She responds by sliding her tongue into my mouth and pulling me tightly to her body. My cock begins responding to her sexy moves. She pushes me on my back and straddles my mid-section. She grasps my hard cock and lines it up with her own love hole. She gently slides herself down anal on my manhood, moaning as each inch parts her and goes deep into her. She begins rocking back and forth once her pelvis in touching my own. I feel her wetness coating my cock as she rocks back and forth straight repeatedly. I reach down between her legs and begin poking her uncovered clit. Once I began doing that, she moaned louder and louder bathing my entire midsection with her womanly juices. She hits another orgasmic peak, thrashing her body all over before collapsing on cum me. “Fuck David, how do you make me cum so damn hard. It’s like you hold some sort of magic power over my body,” she quietly says in my ear. He pulled at her hair and slapped her face one minute, and then stroked her cheek big and murmured sweet things into her ear the next – both of them a confused tangle of bodies. A bizarre tingle coursed through my body and my dick jerked almost amateur violently to full erection as my mind grappled with straight the implications of what he had just said. “No, it was not.” “Mmmmm, so sorry I’m so worked up. He felt himself anal hit the point of no return, but kept going. My balls swung as cum they smacked into her flesh. Then slowly at first, he began pumping, her body under him, rocking back and forth. I was so fucking hot under that sheet.” Our mutual disdain had been our common bond. I emptied the contents of my pockets and added a KitKat candy bar, a pack and a half of cigarettes, one Bic lighter, a small glass pot pipe, and several buds of potent homegrown weed to our collection. Her crystal clear voice had rung out as he penetrated her, he had her legs up but not pushed back, she didn’t have the flexibility of a younger woman, she was after all seventy-one, he watched as he slowly worked his nine inches into her.