..After she told me I was off the next day I was very exitedWe kept texting each other back and forth for the rest of the dayShe kept telling me how w...t her pussy got from me playing with her so I told her she should be prepare for tomorrow, she replied "I will".The next day around 10am she text me wondering if she could come over I said yes just make sure tis time you don't have to go early she said that wouldn't be a problem since she told her husband she was going to spend some times with. Then, I move the panties and let my eyes feast on the hairy, wrinkly pussy. I play with the gray hairs for a minute or two and then I finger the flesh. I have to lick my fingers to start because she has practically no moisture left in her body but I love the feel of the loose skin slipping under my fingers, around them, squeezing. By the time I put my tongue on that sweet twat, she's slick from deep inside. At first, I thought she must be faking and was really awake the whole time. But. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled molasses taffy. Just the thought of it elicits a sweetness on his tongue. There were days that the sun seemed to set the highlights in her hair on fire,. It was about 3 years ago, at a bank in Seattle. I was happily feeding Sally, our daughter when I was given a warning. I passed the duties onto Melissa who was their while Amy was away on assignment in Washington. I went upstairs and dressed, while closing my eyes to see the problem. I was horrified by the images I saw. There was not just one, but four. The first showed the police on standoff outside the bank and me talking to one of them. The others showed various masked men in the bank, and.