It's called "Olympia." I think that Olympia looks like you, hon."⦁ I wasn't interested in her crazy project, whatever it was.⦁ I didn't know what ...she was talking about till much later. Except for my boobs, which, even when I was thirteen, were enormous compared to Manet's model, I did look a lot like her. Later in my life, when I was singing at a club. I would sometimes go out of my way to emphasize that "Olympia " look, just to startle people.⦁ "You really have enlarged breasts for such a. I started to pump my cock in and out of her, to the point that the head stayed inside, as the bitch clamped it with her vaginal muscles. Then she cried out, begging me to fuck her harder…With each stroke, she was moving to meet my cock, she thrust back as I was going forward.The mature lady had more stamina than I thought she would. She was a bitch in heat…I was about to cum; but I did not want the night would end there. Then I used my old trick; I would go balls deep and grind as I slowed. The wound was just below the back part of my rib cage on the right side, an area I couldn't reach myself.Enter Mrs. Bell, Mom's best friend in the neighborhood.Sara lived the next street over, down a few houses from our back yard. When she learned of the dressing change issue, Mrs. Bell quickly volunteered to stop in around noon each day to change it.Boy, was I happy!Sara was a statuesque gal, her red hair cut in a short bob. She'd had two c***dren and, though a little wide in the hips, had. I smiled but stuck a businesslike attitude and asked Sheela to get the aunt ready. Internally, though, I was getting a bit turned on as I’ve fantasized about making it out with an older lady. Pretty kinky, that, imagining having sex with a grey haired, 63 year old woman. I kept my fingers crossed. In a couple of minutes Sheela called me in to the bedroom and introduced me to Lata, her aunt. Lata was, as mentioned earlier, 63 years old and around 5’4″ in height. She was fair with a rather slim.