Oh god she was magnificent, but 55!! My cock was as hard as a rock in my tight leather trousers (well, youknow, stage wear) "Shall I continue?" she gr...inned "It's been a long time, I used to do ..burlesque for my husband" "DID you?" I smiled "Lucky man. Go on then, lets see what you canremember" "It's not THAT I'm worried about remembering" laughed Veronica,reaching behind herself to undo the fastenings of the basque. "Get ready to catch them" she smiled wistfully I stood "I was joking, young. . and another. Andrea, she who braved the seas under the Bridge ... the one who had no problems with motion all her life ... dashed for the side and made a purple offering to the gods of the sea.Purple?Cranberry juice and stomach acid ... purple.It is almost impossible to write the sounds of the violently ill ... she produced every single one of them.Just then, as she was in the mortal fear of leaving her 'intestinal fortitude' in the wake, the engine room vents SLAM open and the blowers. Clad in a pair of cutoff jeans that hugged her tight bottom I was mesmerized at the movement of her slender hips as she moved around her vehicle with her large sponge applying soapy water.The muscles of her long well-shaped legs flexed under her tanned skin as she moved and I felt a stirring in my groin and butterflies in my stomach as I watched.Her white crop top was tight across her chest and it exposed a hard flat abdomen. It had become wet in spots and clung to her like a second skin and I. The whole time she was just oozing pussy juice. “MORE!” she screamed as she pulled my hair. I slipped in four fingers and worked around what I believed to be her G-spot. If it wasn’t then she was just really sensitive. She was screaming and moaning, grabbing the covers as she thrashed her head backward and forward. “You ma m may want to move lover! But keep fucking me with those fingers and don’t forget my clit….please don’t!” I moved and did as I was told tweaked her clit as I finger.