Now, on the basis that no many women over 70 are computer literate and would definitely not want anyone to see their saggy bodies, I expected nothing.... However, I did get quite a few calls from husbands. As I thought it was the money. I selected 10 which sounded the best. First was a guy called Harold. He said that his wife was just ordinary and could not believe that some guys actually prefer old fat ladies. I told him that there were and I would call round the following evening.Their home was. ”She stood there and stared at him. The Gangrel lowered his head and turned it just enough to keep her in the corner of his eye. He was ... relieved.“You knew!”He turned back to the window, like as if his silence would have been enough to end the conversation.Well fuck that.“Garry, what the fuck?” She stomped right over to him and stood in front of him. He avoided her glare. “What the fuck is going on?More silence.Fuck him! She reached out and shoved him hard enough to drive his back into the. Finally, my tongue pressed against her soft flesh, her lips welcoming my touch. She tasted as good as she smelled and soon my tongue worked its way further inside, probing her inner realm.“Oh yeah,” she cried, “Lick that pussy.”Not quite sure if she was mocking me or not, I was still loving the experience. The way Amber was positioned, her clit rubbed against my nose as I lapped at her wet opening, but I couldn’t reach it with my tongue. Soon her pussy warmed to my attention, her lips puffing. Who's that by, oh don't tell me, erm, early 80s." "The Lotus Eaters. 2pm is fine for your intriguing fat cat woman, I've put it in the diary. Right, well I better get ready for our first patient of the day," she says as she goes into the consultation room. I go into the back to scrub up, I dry my hands and return to the front desk to look in the diary to see who's next. "Helen, the entry for 9.30 - 10.00 says - 'Helen'!?" "Yep, that's right, it's me, don't tell me you've forgotten!" I walk.