"No doubt about it...this is certainly the place." You approach the door and give it a pull. As you enter the establishment, a small bell dangling jus... above the door jingles to notify the shopkeeper of your potential business. You walk about the shoppe for a few awkward moments, eyes darting around aimlessly, unsure which oddity to fixate on. Several minutes pass, and as you find yourself on the verge of vocalizing your lack of service, a stooped old crone emerges from a back room. She slowly. A grim line on her lips, steady streams of air silently passing through her nose, she burned her eyes into him.“I don't know you,” she said softly but firmly, her accusing gaze fixed on his ring, “We've just met and we've barely spoken. I don't know you.”She continued to grip his wrist. “How am I...I won't...” Charlotte started to lose her words. It would have been easier if he had said something she could slap down. Instead, she could only struggle to respond to her own thoughts and guess what. So innocent. Only wanting a loving touch. She knew everything he was feeling at that moment.He looked up at her, waiting for her to leave. He would then, at least, finish the job on himself. But instead she dropped her arms from their folded position across her busom. With it the robe opened again, too. His eyes went right for her breasts, her belly and the Y of her dark muff. Her scent filled the room and his nostrils. His cock throbbed as if begging for her touch.She leaned toward him and her. We compared schedules and found that we could get together the following Wednesday. I told her that my wife would have the car and I would be stuck without a ride but she said she could come get me. I was a little leery about this because I have some nosy neighbors at the complex and didn't want them mentioning to my wife that a little after she left to go to work I got into a car with another woman and left. So we decided that I would walk to the BurgerKing that was close by and she would.