"Whoa, folks, settle down," Ned said. "Yeah, I found something, but I don't know what it is yet. An' I haven't had time yet ta find all of 'em." All o... what?" Melinda demanded."A buncha numbers that ol' Lizzie hid in her writin'. Like I said, don't know what it means yet." Mrs. Radson might know!" Yeah, she might, but it's gonna hafta wait til we get outta school later. Meanwhile, I brought the journal with me ta--" Oh, Ned, you didn't tell me you had done that!" Cassie said. "Is that safe?" As. Well I was fifty-seven and taking some college courses part-time when I met forty- something Rachel. She was a very skinny women and kind of plain in a rustic way, no make-up, granny glasses, but don’t get me wrong she still was a good looking woman. What drew me to her was her eccentric dress. Rachel dressed like an 1880’s old west bar girl, long skirts, high laced boots, cotton blouses and funny striped stockings that women wore in the 1890’s. Like a moth to a flame, I just had to sit next to. Then I slapped her ass. She shouted aaaahh.. She saw me completely dressed and saw her completely naked. She came close to me and tore 2 buttons. Then removed bunion and kissed in chest and pushed me on bed and removed belt and put it around her neck and removed my boxers. Cock was jumping out to hunt the pussy. She played with my cock She placed her pussy in my face and I was licking it.I was squeezing her boobs and licking her licking her pussy. She was enjoying it. She cummed on my face. She. She was how deep herself? Four inches, maybe? Five? Barely half his length.Oh, my God, she thought numbly. What have I gotten myself into?Extending her right hand, and with trembling fingers, she touched the top ridge along the top (what she for some reason thought of as the crest), and let her fingertips glide gently onto the shaft itself. It was surprisingly warm and thumping beneath her fingertips. The texture itself, the feel of the blue veins beneath the skin, freaked her out a bit. It.