A threadbare top hat sat on his head and his chin was covered with grey bristles. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. ‘Thank you... for the introduction, Caroline,’ said Quincy. ‘Say, your hair color is really pretty. But why is it so short?’ Caroline’s face took on a distressed expression. ‘The hair dresser messed up when she was doing my hair, Quincy,’ she said. ‘She had to cut most of it off to make it look right.’ ‘Wow, that’s too bad,’ said Quincy, his voice deadpan. ‘I. .uh." "Go on," Marsha said seductively. "Well they uh....you know....they." Ryan had just noticed Marsha was massaging his dick under the table. Marsha stood up and took her top off. "Uh...Ms. Cunningham I don't think... uh." Marsha un-zipped Ryan's pants, took out his flaccid penis, dropped to her knees and started to suck. Now most people would probably be saying to themselves at this point, how in the hell is an overweight, middle-aged office worker going to seduce this fit young twenty. She also knew that if her old friend said no that it would only be rougher for her. She had thought about warning Karen not to say no, but had decided her slutty friend would probably jump at the unexpected opportunity to get her cunt filled in the middle of the night. What my sweet, loving girlfriend didn't know was that I didn't have that much interest in Karen's overused vagina, except maybe as a cute little lube dispenser. I had already decided not to ask; Karen is single, so her body. "Patience my lad, patience. It will all be clear once we get inside the house." Then he asked me to give him my car keys, "I don't want you running away on me."Once inside the house he led me to the kitchen, had me sit down at the table and handed me a beer."Ready?" he asked."For what" I wanted to know."Ruby, we're here" he called out. A minute later his wife Ruby walked into the room and I almost choked on the sip of beer I'd just taken. Ruby is a very busty redhead and when she was in a room.