I looked a little like an old man trying to impress people with how young he could dress.To be honest I also expected that Mary Beth had another motiv... for having me deliver Maurine to her dinner. I didn’t object to meeting a nice lady. During my last hour home I did a little research on Maurine Thompson. I already knew she was a social worker for the county. I found out from her face book page that she had a college student son named Eddie.I didn’t form any opinions about Maurine based on her. " I sure would have liked to have seen that," Jason laughed, joining the conversation, dripping wet himself. "Dayna, Sandy, for not having a keyboard, a blues band, and a symphony orchestra to back you up, the two of you put on a hell of a show." We've reworked it from last year some," Dayna said. "Of course, we're always reworking it, or else it gets boring. Vicky, you like a hot dog? I've got plenty." Sure, throw one on for me," she replied."How about you, Jason?" I could stand a couple,". “I think this might work better if we got undressed,” I told her.Tammy worked her way off my lap and proceeded to strip out of her Daisy Duke shorts, right in front of me. She offered a very pronounced wink, as she spun around and slowly lowered her pink thong, which clung to her moistened vagina, for only a brief second. She looked back at me as she slowly peeled her pink thong down her long slender legs and past the tops of her snake-skin boots. She stepped out of her boots and proceeded to. Against her better logic and reason, she was turned on. She felt her pussy flood and her panties grew damp. She decided whatever he wanted her to do she would do, she just hoped he would fuck her pussy. “Get up.” He ordered her to stand. Laila stood before him for only a second before he turned her, back now towards him, he forced her down on the bed. With her face down, buried in her pillows, and her round ass up in the air, he pulled her pants and panties off with experienced hands. He smiled.