We're a bit like the Italians; when we "talk" we use more than just our voices.The photos are Geoff's thing. My thing takes more time. I do like it wh...en guys see me – even though I usually miss it – but what I really love is when they come back for more. Some guys will double back for a second look in the park, but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about bailing them up in a confined space where they can't help but look. The Sydney trains are probably my favourite. Loose fitting tops in. In less than five seconds her tits would be a challenge for twin watermelons. But even before then, the release!As Nora wallowed on the cement porch her quivering, mountainous boobs burst forth with tight, high-pressure streams of white, warm milk as she gurgled with lust. Nora's hair changing from brown to a pure bleached white."The need ... the instinct ... too strong!" Leila complained as she dispensed entirely with the bikini. The straps simply melted back into her skin. Of course, clothing. She is once again wearing a robe as she lets me into the house but is making no attempt to keep it closed. As soon as she closes the door she throws off the robe to reveal her outfit. She is wearing tan pantyhose over dark tan stockings and black garter belt. Her lovely big breasts are hanging out of the green satin top that she is wearing. I can’t wait to get my hands( and mouth) on her lovely breasts so I waste no time and strip off down to my pantyhose and take a hold of her breasts, working. She was seventy if she was a day, at least four hundred pounds, had even less hair than I did, and was wearing a see-through spangled top, a thong, and red flip-flops. She stopped in front of us and asked, “Where’s the beer and condoms?” The boys and I just stared and shook our heads, and she kept moving.I said, “Guys, let’s get out of here before it gets weirder.”Only it did get weirder! As I walked the kids towards the door, another seventy-year-old came in, this one a man as skinny as the.