A blonde woman, tall, well dressed. Heels clicking on the marble of a corridor. Mirrors, elevators. High glass walls looking out on sky scraping horiz...ons. Shapes and colours, no names, no understanding.Shapes and colours swirl in the eye of a hurricane. All images sucked into a roaring hole of utter oblivion.The concept of yesterdays is gone. The mere idea of tomorrow is non-existent. It is hard enough to grasp the present, the integrity of her flesh. Hard enough to trust this centrifugal. Perhaps Bianca had too, but I couldn’t be sure. I could make out a surfeit of cleavage where her leather jacket was partially unzipped. Yellow material emerged from the bottom of the jacket, but mostly her bottom half consisted of leggings like black ice and fuck-you heels. She might have changed at the airport, or she might not, but at some point I felt sure she’d seek to make the most of her sudden notoriety.She was on the phone the instant the car door shielded her from intrusive camera. ”I felt weak and nothing came from my opened mouth.“We can make a deal though. Come to my room and help me out and we’ll pretend this never happened.”Not exactly sure of what she meant naked as I was born I followed her into her room. She tossed the towel on the bed and took off her dress.My grandmother was almost sixty. Her body already showed age. Her face was wrinkled and as she stripped before me I saw the majority of her body was as well.She turned and faced me her pussy covered by a. I felt my penis getting forced down her slander and saw small tears watering her eyes. She stayed like that for a few moments. Then she pulled back her head and bit my glans. She kissed it and made one single wank down to stiff it even more. And then I came without any warning. My cock didn’t shake as I was used to, my balls didn’t get tight. Obviously my body had been in the status of shooting a load any time. And it was much. All the waves Kayko milked out of me were stronger and more.