She doesn’t want to move in with her mother and she’s been looking for a place. This one comes with the benefits of having the rent paid and it ge...s cleaned. She’s prepared to take on the responsibility of sponsoring a male, I can arrange a place on a mentoring programme for her, so your problem is completely solved. And, best of all, no decision making needed on your part.”I ignored the jibe. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was to say anything that might disturb what seemed to be a. This story goes back a few years when I was in my early fifties. Through a website where hubbies posted pics of their wives I got chatting to Alan who, I later discovered, was in his mid-sixties. His wife Susan was in her early sixties and, certainly in my view, the perfect GILF. She had looked after herself and had a fabulous body for her age; UK size 10/12, sensational stems, a bum to die for, lovely natural breasts (I reckon a 36D) unusually firm for a sixty something and amazing super. "Mary regretted shaving the outline of her bush so sexy as she did, but she wanted to be sexy for her husband. She knew that she was on display for anyone in the room, and the pillowcase covering her face only added to her terror. Someone grabbed her nipple and pulled causing her to a yelp, then a finger found her clit causing her to groan, and then another or maybe the same finger slid into her wet cunt. The touching, grabbing, and feeling went on for an indeterminable amount of time, and her. It hung half way to his knee, and the head was as big around as a purple grapefruit. She could see the large, blue arteries running down his thick shaft. And, his balls STILL looked like they were full of hot, steaming cum. She had watched him using her late mother, when she younger, but she'd never seen him like this. Her body tingled from head to toe, as her eyes took in it's beauty."Damn, baby. Don't you knock anymor..." He saw the stream of blood running down the side of her face. "What and.