This date was for a lady that wanted a dinner partner and got have some drinks casual since we weren't going anywhere special. Carol lived in a upper ...a class neighborhood. She was 72 and has been widowed for five years and her husband had left her well off. She decide it was time to start living again and starting with a escort service would be best.She was average looking, not ugly. A bit pudgy with wide hip and okay size tits, but from the top she was wearing it was hard to tell. She wanted. "I've ruffled your unrufflable feathers I think, Mr Conti," Suddenly I find I'm lost for words, there's nothing I can say and so I kiss her again instead, catching her lower lip between mine, my hand slipping into her hair to cup the back of her neck as slowly she kisses me back.I have no idea she has undone my trousers until I feel her slender fingers slip around my hard, engorged length which instantly throbs with need, making me break our kiss again and groan out, clenching my teeth to keep. She stayed quiet, breathing heavy, touching her almost naked self, wearing a red netted brassiere and a pair of matching red panties. I was completely naked myself and brought her hand to my penis and wrapped her fingers around it. She gasped and I felt like I was on my way to heaven as she opened her eyes and stared at my manhood.I began lowering her panties. It was a sight for sore eyes, clean shaved and neat, it was manna from heaven and I devoured her pussy like a hungry boy. My tongue. Emma now straddles Fiona, teasing the woman’s upper body and mouth while Becky kneels between her legs, proceeding to tease the very sensitive pussy. Becky runs her tongue all over the moist slit of Fiona, feeling the legs squeeze as her tongue flicks at the swollen clit, sucking on it a little; Emma stifles all the moans with kisses as her hands rub and squeeze the girl’s hard nipples, holding the whole body as it squirms beneath her. Sliding her tongue around the clit and pussy lips, Becky.