For her age, Wendy was one hot woman. She was almost sixty and oozed sex appeal and readiness to fuck all night long. She obviously wasn’t universal...y appealing to young men in their twenties or thirties, but from that age up she was the ultimate MILF. She knew her target audience and how to play to them.Both Wendy and Alice wore dresses that were only two inches below their pussies. Both women were commando, but knew how to walk and sit and not reveal anything ... unless they wanted to, and. ." She slapped her hips. " ... mainly here. I had to resort to a pair of industrial-strength Spanx to get into this. I hope I don't have a wardrobe failure." You look terrific," he replied. "Although the fuzzy slippers will have to go."She pointed to the corner. "I'm trying to decide whether to go with the boots or the platforms. What do you think?" I think either would be good." Which is better?"Nathan pondered. "I'd go with the boots." So would I. I just hope I can fit in them." You haven't. Her lips are wet and I realise that her panties are too as she walks towards me. She bends down onto her knees and takes my hand in hers. I shudder as she lifts my fingers to her lips and her pink tongue hesitantly licks them.She drops my hand and looks into my eyes before kissing me gently. She pushes me against the wall and then climbs up onto my lap, pressing her wet pussy against my knee. I can feel the soaked fabric against my skin. She licks my lips as though asking for entry into my. Tiff’s nipples were always hard, all the time. She joked that she was always horny, and we’d never found any evidence to refute that, but I wondered. She never felt much when I played with them but I couldn’t bear to leave them alone and she tolerated my constant mauling happily, as long as my topside hand snaked over her tiny hip and threaded between her legs and made glancing contact with her permanently sticking out clit. Oh, Tiff was unique. Oh, Tiff was special. Even in her exhausted.