Wish I never put the hose down, wish I never got old.”The problem was simple, sixty-three was not old. I wasn’t old, I was experienced. Don’t yo...u want the person flying your airplane to be experienced. I am in excellent health, better than many decades younger than me. I regularly beat the asses of cyclists that are twenty years younger than me out on the trail.I wanted to get in the Embraer and go fly Willie Nelson around on his next concert tour, having him call me a “young’un” in reference. There is a parlour nearby that the company uses and we have an account thereas a number of staff go for depilations, piercings and even tattoos" He smirked. "Pity I can't get to see it". I continued standing there, skirt held high. "You can Sir, There is a viewingarea. A lot of men in the area take their lunch breaks down there on occasion".I knew from experience. Legs held wide open for a waxing with a dozen or morefaces staring at everything I had to offer "OK, drop your skirt." I did so. As soon as the tip of my cock felt the moist warmth of her body, my hips unexpectedly twitched forward and I felt my body push itself a****listically into hers. In a couple of thrusts, I had one of the best orgasms of my life. I held her closely as I deposited my seed, tightly holding her body next to mine to get in as much as possible and to get it as deep as possible. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I held her closely. Although she hadn’t orgasmed, she was panting and clearly. “That was well worth the price. I gotta get back to work but I think some of the boys over there are ready to play.” I looked to where he was pointing and saw that one of the tables had been pulled away from the wall and covered with an old blanket. Kevin stood at the end of the bar waiting for me. I walked over to him and he took one of my sore nipples between his fingers giving it a hard squeeze. “Playin’ slave girl as fun as you thought it would be?” he asked. I felt my face flush in.