.. But he was a jerk in the bottom. I'm not going to get in details, but he made me feel really bad about myself in plenty of ways. We broke up in a m...onth, but I had the scars for years. By my twenties, my life was awful. I was a shut down, spending my whole days sleeping, playing videogames and watching cartoons. Not just because that jerk, I was just... felling empty, alone, and out of place.I moved away from my parents when the relationship in my house got kinda awkward. They knew that I was. Jones. As they were seated in the living room, Mr. Jones came in. He was in his upper 50s, tall and spry, with glasses and wild hair that seemed to jut out in places. His graying beard also seemed to jut forward, creating the impression that he was jabbing at you as he talked. Cindy introduced herself and Phyllis, then said ‘We’re following up on the break-in. Our officers were here this morning.’ ‘Yes, they were.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘As I told them, the burglars apparently came through the back. I went to the door and rang the bell the lady of the house answered the door she introduced herself as Caroline and ask me to follow her to the dining room where the job was. Caroline was a very hot mature brunette lady around 5 foot 3" tall, slim and immaculate nails and makeup and dripping in expensive jewllery i thought she looked in her early 40s i later found out she was 52 as i followered her in her sweat pants i noticed her arse and could not help but look at her, her figer looked like. We kissed by wondering each other mouth by our tongues for 4-6minutes. At this time I was squeezing her oranges and she was rubbing my cock. And she broke the kiss and take my other hand which was resting. And she guided my hand in to her panty by opening her shorts button.And now I reached her pussy which was wet and velvety soft. And she was using my hand to rub it. And my another hand was working on her boobs. And she was rubbing my cock which was bulging with energy. And she drag my pants,.