She married Hector a few yearsago to keep him from being deported, he's a Salvadoran. Hermaiden name was Fiorio and we used to call her Connie." Oh, s...he's Italian," said Kelly, looking up. He carried a forkfulof the pastry to his mouth and made an "mmm" noise."Well, her grandparents were. She was born and grew up inIndependence, Missouri. Her Dad was a banker but she was a wildchild, she says. Ran away from home when she was sixteen, came toCalifornia in the hippie days, had some intereshting. ‘Oh, my God, it’s been at least two weeks’ – two and a half since it was on the weekend. It was awesome as always. Jeff was a caring, passionate, talented lover. He grumbled that they should do it more often, but so did she. Their son was grown now – married last June and expecting their first grandchild next August. They were going to be grandparents and that made both of them feel so OLD. But they weren’t – at forty-five and forty-six, they were still young, fit, healthy. It was weird. They. He came over and we discussed where they would look best. Of course he disagreed with me on where they would look best. He said he was an expert on this and would put them where they looked best. Bill said that he had been watching my house for some time and had noticed a lot of men coming in the evening and staying pretty late. Then he asked me rather boldly “What are you Shela a prostitute”. I was shocked at his directness but decided to play along. No Bill, I'm not a prostitute, Jerry is. She reached up and put his fingers in his mouth so he could taste her. The sweet sensation filled his mouth and his eyes widened a bit as a smile crossed his face.He ordered her to get on her knees and she did so quickly. She watched as he pulled out his hard throbbing cock and asked her to please it. She started by slowly teasing the head, licking on and around under the head of his penis. The teasing was tantalizing and then out of the blue she deep throated like no one has ever deep throated.