When she hung up, I called Paul and Phil’s place, and told them both bits of news. They wanted to know if I would still be staying in Banksia Lodge,... because the garage here had the studio room on the upper level, and if I was moving, we would have to find somewhere else to practice and keep our equipment. I told them I had no plans to move. I then told them about Cathy’s wedding; they said it would be great to play there. That wasn’t a scheduled night at the Civic Club, so we would be able to. I couldnt keep my eyes off of her incredible ass as I followed her up the stairs, too bad we only had three flights of stairs to travel. We walked into her apartment and to my surprise, it was moderately middle-class, dont get me wrong, I was not expecting persian rugs and what not, but I wasnt expecting this. It was just your average apartment, living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. “Where we gonna do this thing?” I asked, trying to find a place to put down my bag. She replied, “At the. This woman was a keeper.Once I was properly relaxed, she began stripping and revealed one of the most succulent pussies I've ever seen. You can ramble on all day about a cute tight little pussy, but nothing gets me going more than a 45-year old hole. It was obviously beat up from decades of hard use, and had thick, leathered, flapping labia that I couldn't wait to slurp on. She seemed self-conscious about how well-used it looked, so I didn't hesitant to dive in and show just how much I. My point is that he was gentle, and apart from hisseed seeping out of my hole and dribbling down my leg once he hadfinished, it wasn't really painful. Can we move on?" Okay, my dear," she said patting my hand, "Here, our desserts havearrived."I then proceeded to tell her about my boss' reveal about all themedication and the 'behavioural encouragement'. Again, I was concernedabout whether Fran?oise's behaviour towards me was genuine, and I askedher straight."Of course, my dear," she said,.