A small crowd gathered as the two witches traded insults, then spit on each other. Within seconds both 60 year-olds were swinging, hitting and missing... sagging tits and bony faces. The fight moved to the floor and the two cats scratched each other’s tits and pinched nipples. Their hands buried in each other’s grey hair, they tried to bite each other until Pamela gathered all her strength and punched Lady Romney right on the mouth. Cheers were heard as Pamela got up with a few cuts and bruises,. Slipping on a small pair of panties, and sandals, I meant the two of them out front. Both men were already in the car, I slipped in on Eric’s lap, setting so I was over his two legs, my legs to the side of the car, back to my husband. Bob was ready to go, “Everyone OK, Tiff you OK? Eric what about you?” We all agreed we were good and we were off. I was so glad I had worn a light weight dress, even with the air conditioner, we were packed heavy and all cozy. My son had his right hand on my bare. "How can the room be free, and how does Katie manage to keep her job if she's going to be gone for a month?" Sir," the girl said, fighting hard to stifle a laugh. "Miss Stewart doesn't work here!" I've seen her, though... she's been working... here... behind the counter. I don't understand."Even as I was saying it, I happened to glance at a brochure on the front counter. "Welcome to the Bridger Trail Inn," it said, "Part of the fine family of Stewart Hotels." It went on to name and give a short. I slowly slide my black and white late thong down my thighs, knowing that he's watching me with hungry eyes. I look up at him and bite my lip as I unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor. His lips part slightly and I raise one eyebrow. "Like what you see, Mr. Parker?" I ask and he growls deep in his throat. I laugh as I climb onto the bed and straddle him. I slowly slide down onto his erection and gasp gently. It's been way too long... He grabs my hips as I bounce slowly on him. "Tell me if.