She tends to be cranky at times, but when she's nice, she's really nice.Right now, I'm in the hallway fronting Linda's office. Her back is turned towa...rds me and I can't help but notice how her cream-colored two-piece dress suit has emphasized the expanse of her derriere. My mind just can't help but imagine how tight her ass would feel. She's busy introducing me to the other employees present. It looks like a sorority to me, as I don't see any male employees.There's Eva, dressed in a similar. That was the situation when I got to the point of having sex with Joan. She was my ideal old lady. At 72 she was buxom, had a lovely caring attitude and had not had sex for 10 years. We had met in the supermarket, when she asked if I could help put her bags into the back of her car as they were too heavy. Anyway, I made of fuss of her and flattered her and from the first time she invited me to tea, I used to help her do little jobs around the house. Well, anyway, one evening I had just finished. As I came to a dead-end, I saw a half-lit sign for the place above a door to an old building with dirty windows and an empty parking lot. I pulled into the fenced lot, not real sure of this idea at 2am in this area of town, being a white guy, 5 foot 6 inches and only 145 pounds, allowing my cock and horny thoughts convince me to stay. As I sat in the car waiting, a van pulled in next to me, blocking my view of the street. Two guys got out, giving me a goofy look, making comments about me. Then I felt a very cold hand on John Thomas. It was Sarah. She was trying to revive phoenix. She engulfed John Thomas in her warm mouth, and that did the job! Now in his full glory, Sarah shifted her body and was above me lowering her beautiful pussy on John Thomas, no more cold, just Sarah’s warm moist sleeve. I loved my girls. This time my ejaculation wasn’t as strong, but it was very, very special.✧ ✧ ✧The trip back to the cottage was relaxing, the girls were whispering to each other. In my.