Jean was as a MILF before the term existed. All woman with long dark hair, big tits, and as I found out in a few minutes she had thick pussy lips with...a big clit. She started to tell me that Becky was not there and that she wanted to talk with me. She told me that Becky was only interested in getting high and running with the "wrong crowd". But then she surprised me by saying that she had someone in mind that was much better for me and that she wanted me to meet her...she opened her pool cover. Delores Cashmorehad a thing for red lipstick; she always wore it.I'm guessing that she was in her mid-forties, she looked every day ofher age but she looked alluring and she was stylish; always welldressed, only occasionally in jeans, but usually in a skirt or a dressand she always wore nylons and heels. She even wore hotpants withpantyhose with a designer t-shirt when she worked in the garden. Ididn't know what she did for a living, she came and went at strangehours and at eighteen years old. It's her turn now to bend across my lap. Is she feeling the bulge?I lift her skirt. She doesn't protest. I like the sight of her firm bums. They tremble under the thin cotton protection.Jennifer first tries to protect her ass as soon as her butt starts to hurt. I hold her wrists firmly in my right hand.I tell her I will pull her panties down. I want to watch how your cheeks colour. Pale turns into pink. So sexy!Jennifer feels very weird at that moment, as she confessed to me much later.. It was probably the kind that could be found anywhere near the ports of Liverpool. If Liverpool has ports. Come to think of it, I don't have a clue as to where in England Liverpool actually is, and I guess that's the point. One day the owner would wake up and convert it into a twenty-four hour taco bar. In this town, that would be a fucking gold mine.One thing was certain, the owner wasn't Bernie anymore. By now, Bernie was somebody's late grandfather. These days, the place was probably owned.