I agreed to meet her. Her name is Jane and shes 70 years old. we decided to go out for a long lunch together far away from where anyone would recogniz... us. We arrived at the restaurant, an intimate little Italian place, and were seated oustside a cozy table. As we had nowhere specific to be for a while we ordered some champagne and enjoyed the feeling of freedom and intimacy as the bubbles went to our heads a little.She told me she already reserved a room for us to go to after we met and ate. I. “You’ll fracture my cock if we fall.” “Sorry,” I said, trying to keep my face straight as I tucked my feet in against Rob’s thighs. “Maybe you should steer?” I suggested, appealing to his male pride. I have to admit that Rob was good… but the chair was an absolute star. As I concentrated on the sex, bouncing gingerly on Rob’s cock, he span us round the office. It was so much fun to fuck on the move and in the end I was shrieking with laughter as Rob spun us faster and faster. I had to cling to. Once there I asked myself more than once, ''why''? There were some folks I enjoyed being around but, for the most part, ''why''? Dinner went well with a lot of giggles and smiles being exchanged between myself and a cousin, by marriage, who is quite shapely, 10 years younger than me, and for whom I had always felt a ''thing''. After dinner the two of us did the dishes. Again the smiles and giggles but, alone, in the kitchen some gentle touches happened. Nothing I would exactly call sexual. "If you want to talk... " To interview me... ? " she sneered and Jason shook his head. "Just talk. I think maybe that's what you need right now and I'm a good listener, even off the job. "He left, without another word, for which she was ridiculously grateful. As she returned to where Julie sat, the other woman saw the streaked makeup. "Did he do something, honey? " she demanded with sisterly concern."It's okay. " Dana responded, pulling out a compact to check her face. "Something he said just.