I admitted to a weakness for the old black-and-white thrillers, especially Bogart and Bacall, though Robert Donat and Madeleine Carrol in Hitchcock’...s 1935 Thirty Nine Steps was my especial favorite, just for the stockings drying on the mantelpiece scene. (Oh, and Madeleine Carrol’s legs as they remove the wet stockings, their wrists handcuffed together. But I didn’t mention that aspect.) My date grinned, “Yes! I just love that part too. The way she somehow catches the china ornament that falls. I never did touch her pussy the first few times. I think I was a little nervous. She eventually started sticking her finger inside herself and letting me sniff her finger. This was the first time I have ever smelled a pussy and I still remember it to this day. The smell of her pussy was very sweet and had a unique smell that I have never again encountered.One day she invited me over and asked if I wanted to make out but she told me to first leave the room and that she would call me back in.. During those last few steps I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs, and I wanted to jump this old man’s bones and fuck him up really good, so as we went inside and I closed the door, I let my housecoat open up and asked him if he wanted to bed me first then have coffee. We dropped onto the carpeted hallway and fucked, with my long legs wrapped around his waist, with my hips rising and falling on his long cock as he lay on top of me, my orgasm was worth all my submission into. She was wearing shorts and an old t shirt, I gazed looking at her, she looked beautiful as the sun shone down on her blonde hair. I could see she had inherited the Roper large breast gene."How can I help?" Vicky asked "Er Well you could start painting the other side" I said. As we both got on with painting we chatted and asked each other what we had been doing. Vicky was about to start university that autumn, I told her she would have a great time and she asked me questions.The hours flew.