He was too old for something like ... wasn’t he? Nathan Grimes was forty-four.She pulled her panties down and inserted the stick. She’d likely kno... shortly. She waited the allotted time. She checked it. Her face paled. Oh my God! She pulled her panties back up and went to the phone that hung on the wall in the kitchen. She made it, the call.“Yes,” said Victoria Steele-Grimes. The conversation with the person making appointments for Doctor Milton Boze was short. She’d have her confirmation one. I gave her a hug and kiss of relief! A woman running two and a half hours late in "The Big Apple" after dark is a worrisome event.I picked up an aroma... a distinct, familiar odor on Pam's face. She reeked of 'pussy pheromones'! I am not the world's greatest detective and as far as I knew, Pam was not DOUBLE JOINTED! The only OTHER means of lathering her face with "Eau de Pussee" on her way home would have been between Carmen's sexually aggressive legs! Had she 'DONE' that? Had she enjoyed a. I could almost feel the rhythmic racing of his heart as I slowly lowered his zipper. His cock pulsated gently against my fingers as they glazed his shaft while lowering the zipper to a point where I could release his that beautiful, hard cock to it full glory. He shuddered as I reached into his underwear and took his cock in my hand. I slowly stroked it from the base to the tip as gently as I could. I was just barely touching the skin as I jerked slowly up and down. I watched as his head went. Paul reached under my thigh and slowly pointed my cock straight down between my legs. “There, more comfortable,” he said, placing the accent on the last syllable. Now it was my turn to chuckle, even as my face burst out with a heated blush. I was terrified for him to continue but was powerless to ask him to stop. Paul drizzled more hot oil onto my ass, making sure some slid down my crack. Taking a cheek in each hand he worked them in opposite directions, spreading them wide to expose my hole..