She's a girl. Your little girl" it mocked to him. She's eighteen now Mark half heartedly retorted back. "Ah yes... how could I forget? The body of an ...ighteen year old but in the ways of sex she may as well be ten you sick dirty old man. Besides even if she wasn't your daughter, your sweet innocent little girl what the hell would make you think she'd want an old man like you"? His conscience was right as always but as he'd become so very good at he ignored it. At least for now.His hand reached. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my hubby seem to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity. There was a slight stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading. She looked down between her legs to see my blue eyes. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy. I gripped her big ass making her flesh squeeze out my fingers. Her thick thighs were next to my head. I could barely hear her moan as she rubbed her legs on the side of my face. I slipped in two fingers as she came for the first time in my mouth. She drenched me with her orgasm. I gagged as I came up for air.After her next orgasm, she pulled my hair on my head. My cock was still hard. She. I’m sorry, I didn’t phone you sooner. I meant to, but with everything going on, it slipped my mind.”“I can understand that. It isn’t every day I see somebody being escorted away by a military big-wig and a bunch of military police.”“Ya, sorry about that. It was a matter of national security. They were supposed to wait until after I got home from our meeting, but they thought it couldn’t wait.”“I just hope it doesn’t happen again. It was a little more excitement than we are used to.”“It won’t..