.you know…if she’s your type”.“I can usually tell if she’s my type”, said Mary ,” I have lots of experience”.Mary Harrington wore her ...air as she had always worn it, down to her shoulders and slightly wavy. The only difference was that it was now a shiny white. In her early 60s, Mary was a very attractive woman with a slightly bony face showing a only a few wrinkles and age spots. She was medium height and her breasts hung down slightly, her nipples slipping out of her pyjamas, as she bent down. Debbie grunted each time my cock’s head drove into her and rammed her cervix. Breathlessly, she cried out, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me like you really want me! Umph! Umph! Umph!” Just as my cock erupted and bathed her cervix with cum, Debbie reached down and pulled my ass as tightly as she could to her pelvis. My spewing cock was pressed tightly to her cervix. Her whole body seemed to vibrate and her pussy squeezed my cock as my cum was pumped into her long neglected sex. As her orgasm. “Thanks.” I reached over to her leg and softly ran my hand over her smooth thigh and looked over her body as she focused on bringing me pleasure. I had always felt funny when I looked at Ava, it was only today that I realized that it must have been love. Not because I got to see her naked or she would make me orgasm, but because I genuinely loved her. The more I looked at Ava the better that my penis felt, as much as what she was doing made me feel amazing just looking at her made it ten times. Perhaps, they would find JC waiting for them to enlist their help.They were wishful thinking, praying for the latter scenario more than anything. They arrived to an empty apartment, again. JC was still nowhere to be found.And their search for Justin turned up nothing save for the bits of informationthey had gathered from the jewelry shopkeeper. All three former bandmatersconvened in the bedroom, where they would try to be productive and at leasthelp JC put everything in his life back in order..