Levy.? Bobby stared at the floor. He'd thought that shehadn't noticed him eyeing her backside. He made a mental note to try tobe more discrete.?And...Bobby, you have a good job now, you should be able to afford to getyour glasses fixed.? Bobby fingered the safety pin he'd used to fastenthe earpiece to his eyeglass frame. ?There is an optical shop downstairsin the lobby.??Yes, ma'm,? Bobby, still looking at the floor, muttered.?And it's okay to call me Marilyn.?Bobby looked up, ?I'll be more. How this little old woman wildly jumped on my cock and how her tits hopped at the sametime. She put her hands on my hairy chest as she rode and cried; I played with her beautiful tits, caressed and kneaded them. It was so damn hot to have these huge, plump tits in your hands and feel it! Sometimes she stopped riding, blew my cock, mounted me again and rode on my dick. That made me crazy! I just lay there like a pasha and enjoyed the "show" ;) As I fucked her in missionary position, I sank my. I would stand just outside the door for her. My heart rate rose immediately with some kind of bizarre thrill of sending my wife into the mens with a guy already in there. I thought at that time shed come running out and wed both have a good laugh. Boy, was I wrong! She went in and entered the stall, locking the door. I leaned into the entrance and heard her moving about putting paper on the seat and couldnt resist slipping open the door to the stall beside her. I stealthily peeked into the hole. I had a bad night."She cocked her head to the side. "You want to talk about it?"I nodded. "No. I rather not, but thank you for offering." Well why don't you go wash up, I'm making you some breakfast." I can tell. Smells awesome."She blushed. "Thanks, it's just eggs, bacon and some waffles. I had to try out my new waffle maker."That made me smile. A little."You want some coffee? Wasn't sure if you were a coffee drinker or not." Yeah ... love coffee. I'd like some." Ok, well, go wash up," she.