Once there I sought out the locale of my philanthropic efforts: the Dystrophied Arms Retirement Home and Mausoleum. My hopes for riches were dashed bu...t I kept a stiff-upper-lip. A Granny Clampett wannabe answered the door then guided me into her "courting parlor" where she introduced me to her two GILF friends, Dora and May. They had an antiquated hookah on the coffee table inspiring my hopes for a jovial afternoon.They all three seemed depressed. I don't know if it was a lack of sex or gossip. He didn’t want to look like a complete idiot, though. Especially since it seemed like another night of sexual fireworks was in store.Grace opened the hotel room door and all but flung him onto the closest king bed. She grabbed his shirt, stripped it off his massive chest, was still awed by the sheer size of his torso and arms. Her pussy gushed cream, dribbling into her panties and wetting her thighs. She was almost ready for an orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her. “Come here,” she. I immediately got a hard-on as I always thought her as a pretty reserved girl. When I further scrolled up, I found out that they went to a pub and made out. I was furious after reading all that. She never spoke anything regarding that and also the fact that guy got to kiss her.I immediately shouted at her when she came back from the restroom and left the place. That night, she texted me and started apologizing. Slowly my anger reduced, and I asked her how it happened. That’s when she explained. We were shooting in the old Partagás cigar factory. It was fascinating to watch them hand-make them. Everything there smelled of dried tobacco leaves. There was an older woman smoking a cigar while she worked rolling cigars. They used the whole leaves and stacked them up before rolling them tightly. They then cut off each end and put them in a container that looked like an egg crate for cigars. When they had several full, they stacked them and then used a press to compact the cigar even.