Bert virtually collapsed beneath her once he’d downloaded his balls, Belinda thought him dead, with no movement being shown.She eased herself back u...p into a sitting position without putting her weigh on his body.“Bert…Bert are you alright?” she cried out.It was moments before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes.“Missy, you’re one hell of a fuck, wish I’d have known you 40 year ago. God, I’d have given you a seeing to…Hell!”Belinda started. She's also wear skin tight leggings and knee high boots. The costume is completed by matching chauffeur's hat.She opens the door for us and I asked if she knew where we need to go?As we ride, you pull my arm across you and squeeze it. You're nervous but happy tonight.Even through my tux jacket, I can feel your breasts through the thin material of your dress. I run my hand all the way up your thigh over your dress. It's a good thing the dress isn't slit. We'd never make it to the museum.You lean. “I showed you mine; let’s see yours.”I took off my top and reached to the back to unclasp my bra. I couldn’t believe I was going to gothrough with this. I hadn’t done anything like this since college. It was exciting though. I slid the bra ofmy arms and unbound my tits.“Look at you,” Lex leered, “I love the big ones. So much more fun to play with.” She was still rubbingher pussy through her shorts. She reached with her foot and ran her toes up the inside of my leg. Shestopped with her big toes. “I won’t mind if you close your eyes and pretend that I’m her.”It would be absurd to pass up this offer. “Yes. I’d like that very much.”We are entwined only for minutes, but it feels like longer. It is really wonderful to be with her, even for a moment. At this point I know it’s an illusion, but sometimes it is my imagination that best centers me. Feeling her skin on mine in place of his, her hand on the back of my neck, her tongue… Even his nipples have hardened and pressed against my.