She couldn't help getting old. Just like I can't help liking my pussy young. Sure remember when you started to blossom, Betsy. I had it up for you all...the time."He paused, shifting as he sat. There was a definite bulge at his crotch."Damn," he declared now, "I can still get it up for you! You'll always be daddy's little girl, Betsy honey." Th-this isn't happening," Betsy gulped to herself.He stood, bristling with macho strength, making it clear that he was neither drunk nor sick. Indeed, there. I could imagine a dish made from a two hundred and fifty year old recipe."So how much?" I asked."How about a dollar?" she asked."That sounds totally fair to me," I said handing her the money.When I arrived home, I found the hand written pages fascinating. I stopped reading only long enough to microwave a frozen pot pie. Otherwise I read the recipes and the little stories that went along with each.Among all the food recipes there were four very detailed recipes for making brandy from fruit and. I wanted to look away but, for some reason, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock. When his stream started to slow down he asked me if I would like to shake it for him when he got finish peeing. I didn’t know what was coming over me as I started walking towards the bathroom door. A million thoughts were running through my head as I entered the bathroom. I was going to get to touch his big cock. He asked me to shake it for him and that meant I would get to touch it. My pussy shuddered as I. His torso was lean and tight. She saw his muscles in his chiseled abdomen as he walked closer to the camera.Katie took another sip of her wine, “You aren’t saving this video are you?”“No of course not,” Toby replied.The sexy wife sighed, “God I love your accent.” She giggled to herself, “I have never done this before Toby. Maybe it’s the wine,” as she raised her glass and toasted him as she sipped from it.Toby relaxed in his chair as the Mrs. Jackson continued, “I’m curious about something. You.