My luck with theladies was just as legendary... albeit legendarily bad.It had been my fortune - or misfortune, depending on your point of view- to be ...t the same party at the same time with him one night.I'd absently handed him a beer. I'd been ogling the busty redhead he'dbeen with at the time. He had a thing for busty women. Hell, he hadthing for women period.He was happy to get the beer. He didn't seem to mind that I wasmentally undressing the hot babe he was with. He told me if I everneeded. It was hard for her to face up to the fact that before the end of December, she would actually be seventy and officially as about senior that a senior person could possibly get. It didn't seem so long ago that she would have vehemently opposed having any person that old at one of her dinner parties. Now, she was in violation of her own stringent standards.To make matters worse, her pretty granddaughter Rose was joining her for the holidays and she knew she would be bombarded with stories of. Or something?” I smiled at him and waited for his answer. He seemed to be searching for the right words before he responded. “I’m just on my way to work. Can we do it some other time, maybe later or tomorrow?” “We can do IT anytime you want.” I answered, putting special emphasis on the word it. We exchanged cell phone numbers. Soon my stop came up and I said my goodbyes.A few hours later I called the number Devin gave me still not believing that a young boy of 19 could be interested in someone. At first, Angela didn’t seem aware of the fact that there were more hands working on her than there should have been. She continued to press against Bob, her body undulating against him, murmuring with delight. ‘Mmmmm!’ she purred, ‘My goodness, Bob! That feels so wonderful! You have such a soft touch!’ Watching Dee-Dee caress Angela with the sudsy cloth made Bob’s cock lurch to full erection. It wedged itself between Angela’s firm thighs. ‘Bob! I don’t believe it! You’re hard again!’ Angela.