” So she turned on the music and we started dancing. I’m not that great at dancing, but I was mostly watching her. Seeing her smiling and moving a...ound was great. When her back was to me I watched her ass move back and forth as she worked her hips. And when she was facing me I watched her boobs swing freely under her shirt. It was really nice and she didn’t seem to notice my staring. I was also keeping an eye on her loose pajamas. It looked like they were fighting to stay around her waist.. This year it was free, after turning sixty-five, a benefit of paying taxes all his life. Today he sign up for his new and free fishing license and maybe check the boat. Today, drinking his morning coffee, he once again had purpose to his steps. Winter was gone, fishing season arrived. * * * “Is all the information on your driver’s license correct?” asked the discount-chain-store clerk. “Yes, nothings changed. It’s all still the same.” He responded, his nostrils satiated by the discount. “C’mere, boy, only two more buttons left to go. I want you to take your time and earn those buttons.”“Yes, Miss,” I said softly as I took my spot between her creamy thighs and brought my mouth to her steaming cunt. I took it nice and slow, making her climb the walls a few times along the way, and then slowing right down, letting her come back from that euphoric high, and then I’d take her right to the edge again ... and again.Both of those final two times she came, she was gripping the sheets. That way I can keep all the money.He is an older guy. I guess in his early forties. He is kind of good looking, but he has always made me a little nervous. He doesn't talk much, and when he looks at me he has always given me the impression that he could see right through me. It isn't that he was creepy, he was friendly enough and he never said or did anything improper. He even looked at my eyes when we talked! You know how hard it is for a guy to do that.Every Wednesday I go to Mr. Ford's house.