Are you in?" He showed me a photo on his phone. It was only her face but my first thoughts were "Fuck, she's pretty for a granny". She was a brunette ...ith short hair; about 50, and as I say; pretty.I said yes.It was in London. I lived in the south and she was in Hammersmith in the north west. Long Tube journey. We arrived with beers and we all started drinking. Strangely, she was as pretty as her profile picture. No problem there. She also had big tits and a small frame. I was close to falling. "Let me refresh your memory shall I? You came to my home last night to attend a party my wife threw. She'd invited you especially I guess. Her mistake. Anyway, once you got to the door it happened I was the greeter of the moment. I invited you in and then on the way through the house to the back yard where the party was being held you kind of got side tracked and ended up in the basement. Sorry about your eye by the way ... it's going to be a shiner."He frowned as he tried to remember anything. There were Marks, Laurel, and even that old broad that had socked me with the fry pan. Marks and the old broad looked happy, but Laurel just looked lit. She was very disheveled and frumpy looking. She had obviously hitched her wagon to a wrong-gee when she chose Marks.The Airstream drove away and headed south. Sarah and I sneaked up to the house and 'broke in'. We didn't want anybody to put the finger on us. We just wanted to get the low-down on what Marks was doing, but we didn't want him to. Don't take offense.Adult Friend Finder used to be golden for me. Always someone close who wanted to get down to business. J H was just like that. The conversation started simple enough - greeting, small talk, then sex talk. The sex talk was very interesting, not because she had some strange fetish or anything like that but because she was basically a slut but she was only 18 and still in high school. She told me about how she had sucked a guy in school and the neighborhood guys who used.