He ran his hands up and down my sides, from beneath my arms to my knees. His touch was electric. Then he kneeled and slid my silk panties down and off...my feet. He left the suspenders and stockings alone. "Wow," he said, "you are just so beautiful, Mrs K." Well thank-you young man," I repied, in mock politeness.He called me Mrs K from time to time, instead of Hazel. I just knew he found the age gap between us a turn-on. If he wanted to play up to me being his senior to heighten his thrills, then. I am sure that if I ever got lost in watching the top of Shirley’s tits jiggle as my cum spurted in white streaks over her chest…. yeah the only thing that really helps is when my own blonde beauty goes back inside to get more drinks. Then I can watch, one perfectly-curved smooth white cheek then the other, snugly hugging the tiny blue string bikini. She definitely helps keep Shirley off the mind. It was starting to get dark, and my wife had just gone inside to bring out some extra napkins, and. I thoughtabout my wish for awhile and tried to think if maybe I'd gone wrongsomewhere. At long last, I decided to give it a try. Recalling thelook of bliss on the hostesses face as she bounced up and down on mydick, I began to craft an experimental new identity.Okay, I said to out loud, but to no one in the room. "Okay. I want tocreate a new identity and occupy it. The new identity will be acocktail waitress at this hotel. She's 22, a normal, beautiful, blondegirl, slender and tall with a. Well, bless their pea-pickin' hearts, Tampa Bay beat the Yankees again, 7-6 in 14 innings. We were already on the field during pre-game prep in Toronto, getting periodic reports of the Yankee game from the clubhouse boy.Now all we had to do was win one more.Shiggie wasn't spectacular. His arm was probably weary, and his fastball, usually in the mid-90s, was almost as much of a floater that day as mine was, on my good days.But our offense was on the job, and we stumbled through the first six.