My old tenant

I inherited a collage next door to the old family home, which came with the family home on the death of my mother. My father had died when I was 14, then 32, inheriting after my mother died of a heart attack. I had decided to move back home after her death. The cottage had a tenant, Muriel, a 59-year-old fortune teller from what I had heard. At least that is how she made her money. I have been a believer; if they could tell your future, why couldn't they see the future lottery numbers and be a rich fortune teller? Anyway, Muriel wasn't bad-looking for her age, nice figure and rack, and fairly good-looking as well. But things were getting tight, as they say, and fortune-telling was the first thing cut back on. Never a great ladies' man myself, I'm not above taking advantage whenever an opportunity presents itself to me. Muriel was having trouble making rent, so I made a fuck for rent arrangement with her. At least one fuck a week was the rule. But Muriel loves sex and was quite willing anytime I wanted; she had lost her regular cock, as she called him, for at least five to ten years, depending on his behavior. Thus, there was an opening for me, and so I did.