“Your just another nasty biker bitch” I said to her and that got her worked up even more. “Get on your knees and take car of my cock BITCH!” S...e dropped to her knees, her hands running down my sides and was biting the outline of my cock through my jeans. I had my fingers woven in her hair and was pulling it. The harder I pulled the more she reacted biting and working my cock through my jeans. I grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled her back to her feet kissing her deeply again. My hand. I am grandmother, no one even will look.Me: who said so? I am there if you agree, I am ready to marry you also.Geetha: shut up(blushing)Me: I started hugging her.Geetha: Shankar this is not good. You are still young, you will get beautiful girls not the old lady like me. Even my husband does not like me.Me: I got furious. I yelled at her (shut up). Just because that guy does not like you, it doesn’t mean you are ugly.I placed my lips on her lips, she was trying to push me, then we started. Finally, it cleared, like the ripples caused by an errant breeze across still waters."Can you like, wait 'til I get off?" she said, looking around dramatically, like a ten-year-old with a secret, "There's... well it's really embarrassing, and you'll probably hate me for it, but you're like the only one I feel like can help me, and... Oh, hell! Can you just, you know, be here when I get off, please? I can't talk about this here!"Her eyes continued pleading with me and my heart answered in the. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? Any of the other FUN things that Jeffand Myra loved to do?) Then she was nodding. “That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!” Your girl? Michelle stood up nervously and giggled again. I found myself catchingmy breath. She was wearing the white dress that I’d bought for her during ourhoneymoon. It still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right placesaccentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She looked.