....One thing I loved to do was to go to the mall while my wife would shop. Not that I shopped with her. I would sit on a bench and 'observe' the pe...ple as they walked by, both the men and the women, and create 'quickie' fantasies about them in my pervy mind.....I'd see young and old. Loved to think about the 'old' hobbling by, in their modest coats and clothes.... I'd imagine an older, pot-bellied guy in an entirely different situation, with stockings and garterbelt and panties on, giving. No problem, I emailed her back, come find me or one of the other organizers and I'll introduce you to a few people.The night of the Happy Hour, she shows up and I realize I'm fucked. She's cute, petite, dresses well - I'm instantly attracted to her. But I'm on this 'no-shorties' kick so I introduce her to one of the other organizers and leave her there - it's the best way to stay out of trouble. Afterwards I feel a little guilty and email her a few days later, something to the tune of: sorry, I. That should be good for a couple of laughs."Sure, why not and hey The Waffle house has a nice fruit bowl," she replied."So how much weight you lost now?" I asked."Thirty five pounds only fifteen more to go," she said. "I won't be as skinny as you, but I could never be that skinny unless I checked into the hotel Dachau for the summer," Osborn said with a laugh.My Phone went off playing some stupid ring tone. I held up my hand to Osborn. She stopped beside me. I listened to Mrs West, who was on. My cock did my proud, sticking straight out in front of me and I noticed Susan licking at her wrist, the one that was covered by my pre cum before taking hold of my cock. Watching this older shorthaired granny take my cock in her mouth just about had me coming straight away. No hesitation what’s so ever, she gobbled on the first three inches and her tongue flicked over my cock end many times. “Susan, Susan” I said trying to give her warning and I saw her look up before her other hand gripped.