Nice smile and soft blue eyes. I am not into grannies at all, nor white women for that matter. But I do have this thing when I meet women. I imagine h...w they would be in the bed, you know what I mean. If they swallow or spit or even suck, if they are hairy or shaved, tight or loose, aggressive or shy. I watched this woman's tits in the mirrored wall of the elevator. They hung just right and a nice size and round. I imagined the way they would sway as she fucked. Then the door opened and I. Stephen knew deep down inside that Gina probably expected some sort of play during their weekend trip, but probably not so soon. Besides, she had it coming by wearing that tiny little blue bikini.Gina's ankles were next as he lashed them together, tickling the soles of her feet when she struggled too much. Squeals of laughter filled their bedroom as tied more rope around her knees, cinching them tightly together. When he was done, he rolled his wife back over and positioned himself over her,. He couldn't believe how much he hated her. She'd haunted him, harassed him, belittled him and abused him for as long as he could remember."You think my arms grew while you was lollygagging today? Bring me the damn bag, boy, now!" Her chin wobbled when she yelled and her arm came up as if she would strike him. He hurried and dropped the bag into her hand, managing to get away before she could hit him."I wasn't lollygagging, Grandma," he said as he watched her tear open the bag and sink her too. They approached the open double doors of the vast and elegant drawing room and Jean-Claude hesitated as he said to her softly, ”What happens in here is much more lewd than you have seen so far. If you have had enough, we can leave now.”And Helena, knowing he had entrusted her with a secret world that he evidently belonged to, shook her head firmly and they crossed the threshold together. It was a dreamlike atmosphere, a parody of a polite evening function as the musicians played from a hidden.