Her traipsing around in sleep shorts didn’t do my case any good either. Look, she is weeks away from fifty and she’s still got it. Slightly greyin..., she still looks thirty-five, a bit of extra around the hips but still a looker in many ways. She’s not very sexual, not like me, (hell, I am halfway through my fifties and not slowing down yet) but she gets drenched in seconds the moment I enter her. Looking at her, moving around I groaned inward and thought, ‘Toots, I’d love to take advantage of. She glared at me for a few seconds, then we both broke into smiles and hugged each other. We broke our embrace and I looked at her lovingly, “Fuck! You’ve gotten hotter babe!” I pulled her tee up to reveal her milky white, toned midriff, the red imprint of my fist visible around her cute little navel. “I hate her!” Swati chimed in as I pulled off her tee to admire her massive tits against her petite figure, “She lost fifteen kilos, and still retained her fucking D cups choose only to reduce to. By the end of the kilometre long tunnel, my chauffeur was blown by the exertion and the Carbon-Monoxide. Leaning over the railing, gasping, he threatened to puke a half-bottle of Scotch onto the commuter traffic.'Generals gathered in their massAAAAS,' I sang at the top of my voice, 'JUST like witches at black masses.'An extravagant Tony Iommi air-guitar sweep of the arm and a 'DOW DOW.''Evil minds that plot destrucSHUUUN... WEEEOW... DOW DOW... sorcerERS of death's construction... 'A perfect. "Don't! It is not what it..." she started."Oh, come on! I am not an idiot," I cried out, and harshly pulled my hand free.Jessica dropped on the sideboard, nearly falling off the bed. Her left foot hit the floor.The scream that ensued nearly pierced my ear-drums. Her face contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Gradually, her scream transformed into sobs. I took a tentative step toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She.