The door opened and in walked a guy in his early 60’s a little over weight and looking very horny. He wasn’t the bronzed Adonis I had imagined fuc...king me but I was in no position to complain. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me. His tongue invaded my mouth. He smelt of stale booze. His hands were all over my body. He squeezed my arse and slid his hand up my legs. Within minutes we were on the bed and he was tearing my dress off. He stopped to pull his trousers down exposing a 6 inch. I would not reveal her identity because of the trust she has in me. So let’s call her “Gunjan”I thanked her for appreciating my story and we became friends. We even shared photos and liked each other’s looks. Gunjan was a super hot 34-year-old lady with a body to die for. She had a perfect 34 –c boobs that grabbed my attention each time I looked at her photo.Gunjan’s flat tummy, seamless waist and an ass, which can make even a dead person’s dick hard. Her each photo had a sight of her. Then ‘six’. And ‘seven’.“Is this turning him on?” Karl asked my wife.“I’m sure it is.”“There’s only one way to be sure. Feel his cock.”I was worried that Karl had crossed the line, butLaura, as entranced as I was, reached over and set herhand in my lap. She felt my erection through my pants.“Yes, he’s turned on.”“How do you know?”Her voice grew softer. “His cock is. If he steps in another casino, he’d be arrested. He’s won enough of their money beating the house with an unfair advantage, namely, his big brain. Besides his love of numbers and his love of his job, panties are the only other things that Norman likes as much. He can tell you how many people are alive, how many people are dead, how many people have jobs, work from home, are enrolled in school, as well as how many children are in an average household, what type of pets, and the median income of.