.. com-for-da-bull."The next two are Compliments of mousepotatoesThree little old ladies are sitting on the nursing home porch talking about this and ...that.One holds her hands about a foot apart and says "I remember going to the store and buying cucumbers this long."Another one says, "Yeah and you could get oranges this bit around," giving a good dimension with her hands.The last little lady says, "I can't hear a word you're saying, but I know who you're talking about."A bit dated but you will. Now the target was even larger and her wetly gaping vagina was on open view to everyone. If the others could have seen her face, which was of course impossible from her position, they would have been amazed at the look of fulfilment on it. For Angela had a dark secret. Throughout her school days she had watched others getting spanked over the knee in junior school and then slippered, strapped and caned in senior school and she had later re-lived these memories in her bedroom at home, placing. "Her old man, Ray, makes amateur porn videos. That's how he pays for all of this," Josh said as he swept his arm dramatically around the panoramic landscape. My thoughts immediately focused on my encounter with Sandy the night before. Unbeknownst to me, if Josh was right, I'd fucked a porn queen. It seemed crazy to me. Why me? Why would Sandy find a retired dude in his 60s sexually attractive? "You're wrong about that, Josh. She ain't no porn star. She's too old." "Hell, think what you want,. Again, her hands were all over me. She really just couldn’t keep her hands off the abs. This time her hand was wandering down over my ass too. I think she was liking that just as much.Slowly she took my hand and pulled it up to her chest. She said “You know, I really don’t mind if you wanna touch. I kinda liked what we were doing at your party”. I immediately started fondling her breasts. I was squeezing and teasing. She was letting out soft little moans with every touch. I could feel her.