“So why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked. “I should be asking you the same thing. This is a pretty backwards ass date, isn’t it?” He...laughed. “Yeah.” I nodded, running my hand against the light dusting of dark hair across his chest. “Well, he sighed. “Just haven’t found the right one yet.” “Same here.” I replied. “So far I like you.” He caught himself and chuckled. “Infact, we are having a proper date tomorrow. Better wear something nice.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “Oh I. Now pound me and make me come."I began to really slam her pussy after her confession. We came together at the same instance after ten minutes of my pounding her. After I had shrunk and fell out of her, I left the bed to shower."Go finish dinner while I shower, Judy. I love you too. I'll be about twenty minutes, okay?" Yes, my darling. Dinner will be ready when you get to the table."I showered and put on a robe before going to the table. Even though I had told her our bedroom was the only room. She was fine as hell, and I do mean FINE. I always had a "thing" for older women. Her breasts pushed against the button of her black blazer, the red top underneath displaying just a tad bit of cleavage. Her glasses made her sexier. Small bold frames on a gorgeous, light brown face just do it for me. Gosh, she was bad! A ball of excitement stirred up inside of me, thinking that if I was to get this job, I could see this lady everyday. "Mr... Wheeler?" she asked after shuffling through several. They really don't approve, but leave it to me. My perspective is I've never felt more alive than right now! Know that at 60 I may not get pregnant again, but it won't be because Rob and I didn't try. Truly hope for this pregnancy, at least one more than we'll see". For the next hour they make love with insane passion. She has him contorting into all sorts of positions, he performs perfectly, always stays hard, and doesn't unload until the hour is up. After the hour, she asks him to gently just.