..a sound both high and deep...from and revealing a baser self...a cocktail of fem sounds...cock being a very apt word here ...as the cause of the scr...amy squeally series of: “ohh...aaH...oOO's” from Mrs Carter...was cock. Bigger than average cock. Dean took in Mrs Carter own ego centred pussy flapette parade flanked by her still firm butt cheeks ... a stunning pussy ...even at her age... there was only one male outcome... because his cock had doubled its job description, it had twice initiated. " I can't go like this," I said, then looked down at my bulging cock. "Besides." Don't worry; I'll take care of that in the car. So are we going or not?"She had her mirrored sunglasses back up and was working the cop impersonation to full effect."Well, I guess since you put it like that."It was strange having her hold the door open for me as we left the house. She even unlocked my side of the car, but instead of holding the door open, she pushed me against the door of the car."Give me your. The following morning, Christmas Eve, I crawled out of bed around ten, with the biggest hangover I've ever had in my life. I figure it was half the beer and half that bleeding smoke. I was in the kitchen popping coffee and aspirin when I heard my mobile phone ringing. I found the thing on my dining room table and answered it."Hello, is that Graham Stark?" A female voice that I didn't recognise asked."Yes! What's your problem?" I was back into miserable old bugger mode. I'll admit that that was. There were times though, when I just couldn’t help being a little melancholy. This was one of those times. I was remembering the good times with Diane. Hell, they weren’t good, they were great. For so many years we were so much in love, so happy together. I just couldn’t figure out how we lost that. There was a time when I just couldn’t wait to get home to her loving arms. Just the touch of those soft lips on mine when I walked in the door made me the happiest man on earth. I would give.