An Orchard Of Older Love

Her fingers lightly bristle over the sun-kissed sharpness of the leaves on a fat branch in front of her. They caress down the bark and come to two golden ripe apples. Mrs. Column's index finger swirls around on the soft flesh of each slowly and delicately. Then her eyes turn to me. An older woman, an lonely orchard and a younger man who is old enough to know better. Love doesn't need the boundaries of four walls.

This and other similar stories can be found in 'MILF Erotica Vol. 1'.