It belonged to a woman in her 50s, with big designer sunglasses, and dressed in a stylish pantsuit. ‘It is you, isn’t it?’ she came closer and s...iled. ‘Yes, but…’ ‘You don’t remember me, do you?’ she asked with mock disappointment. ‘I am sorry. You look familiar but…’ ‘It’s Reena Bajaj! From Happy Colony in Meerut!’ ‘Oh, right! How are you, aunty?’ Mansi finally remembered. Reena was an army wife who had lived in her neighborhood for a couple of years. Their houses weren’t very close, nor were. After all, I’m 75 years old and sagging in all the wrong places.” “Nan, now you do know that I feel the same about you. And I don’t care that you’re 75 or where you sag. All I know is I love you in a new way now. And I want you so bad. I want to be with you and I want to be inside of you and fill you.” “Oh, baby, I love you that way too. But where do we go from here?” “I’ll tell you in a minute, but right now my cock is about to explode.” “Are you masturbating?” “Yes. And I’m so close.” Dee’s. I have my hand on the back of her head as I roughly thrust my cock down her throat. "Suck on that!" Keep your hands behind your back!" I move slower and not so deep in her mouth. She moves her head more enthusiastically seeming to take pleasure in being submissive. The bimbo has great oral skills that I am enjoying when my phone buzzes. I don't want to cum down her throat. I want to enjoy the view, her in expensive sexy lingerie. I grab a pair of scissors from her drawer. "Stand up and bend. I knew a lot of people. The way we figured it out we had to get married as early as possible in the morning that we decided on. I had a friend that had connections with a justice of the peace. He talked to some people and was able to get us married at seven am on any Thursday. Judy and I had to figure out how everything was going to work out, if we left on a Thursday we wanted to stay through the weekend at Niagara and come back the following Monday. We decided to get married in three weeks.