She stopped just short of my knees and leaned toward me to show me where to sign yet another form, some consent thing, though I wasn’t looking at it... her cleavage was amazing, and where my eye naturally was drawn to. As I groped for the pen she was holding forth, not really looking. She let forth a giggle and shoved it into my hand. I looked up and saw that her smile was perfectly radiant as she said “Those won’t get the paper signed, but thanks, I enjoy mature men looking at me, makes me. She placed a hand under each of her boobs and lifted them up as if offering them to me and I pounced. I began to lick and suck her nipples with a fervor that I’d never had before knowing that the ultimate goal of this was to sink my shaft into her sweet pussy. I bent, basically going to all fours as I licked and kissed lower to her ribcage where she has a small tattoo of a tiger, her belly button and the top of her cute little (and well trimmed ) bush. I had not figured out why but her pubic. .”“Three thousand. Per song.”Just then, the band struck up a song I have heard a bit too often in my life. It’s one of the dreariest, miserable tunes ever committed to vinyl. My grandmother, God rest her soul, played it almost non-stop. And while I loved oma, she instilled in me a life long hatred of Nana Mouskouri and in particular the song ‘Weisse Rosen Aus Athen.’“I am ... Hang on...” I said, turning to face Tina.Weiße Rosen aus AthenSagen dir ‘Komme recht bald wieder’I lost it. It was. He tweaked my nipples, he pulled them, he almost hurt them but not quite, he did the same to my clit, my bum, he pulled me forward so he could gently leaver his finger actually inside my bum, oh my God, I can’t describe what world I was on but it was an entire world of paradise.I had been cumming almost constantly for about fifteen minutes when he suddenly gasped at me that he was going to cum, he pulled me to him so close his cock was as far up inside me as it was ever going to get and started.