It is quite beautiful work. The stitching was well hidden, the lines sharp and crisp. I could tell it was made by a master tailor. Your shirt was a cr...sp white with a sheen also. Your black shoes had the same sheen and you commanded your space, respect, and all without a power tie. You are one of few men I’ve seen in my adult life that did not require a tie for show of strength or power in the business world. You naturally commanded attention. You have your dark hair sleeked back to match your. Jean reappears in the bedroom, rubbing her grey hair dry, her naked breasts and belly wobbles about as she does, and I look down to where her pussy should be but her rounded belly is overhanging it. Jean then turns her attention to her breasts, they are saggy and lay on her stomach, and have lovely pinkie coloured areolas and nipples capping them off. One at a time, she lifts her flabby tits and roughly dries underneath with the towel. I am now rubbing my cock and try to imagine what a beauty. As she began to slide up and down on Peters pole Jan thought to herself how nice it felt, Peter was slightly longer than her husband but his cock was not as fat, she wondered to herself what it would be like to have a cock in her as long as Peters but as fat as Jims and then she gently shook her head telling herself to be satisfied with what she had to play with tonight. Still she knew that thought would come back to haunt her sometime in the future. Peter picked up the pace just as Jim. What are you thinking about? Giving mea real hairdo? What would everyone say? That'd be a riot, wouldn't it?"She continues the shampoo and conditioning while smirking and saying,"You would look real cute with a head full of curls and maybehighlighting. I wonder if I could sneak that in, be fun anyway justlooking at your face after I was done giving you a 'Do'."At this point I think I've succeeded in painting myself in thatproverbial corner, haven't I? Should I continue? Should I beat my.