The slender foot plopping down on the sink counter next to me brought me out of my deep and thorough consideration of hard nipples, as Rose Ann began ...o dry her leg.My next glance in the mirror had me forgetting about nipples. With one foot on the floor and one foot on the counter, Rose Ann's thighs were spread wide apart. The one thing that could make me forget about hard nipples was fully in view. Of course I'd seen Rose Ann's pussy before in her bedroom mirror, but never so close and so.... .. Until a lady i was talking to called Margaret, a silm, short haired blonde, 64yo (the type i get really horny for), lonely and longtime divorced said she would like to meet up, she surprised me next by telling me her road name, and to my amazment she was only a few roads away from my home. Excitedly i messaged i could pick her up in an hour, she agreed. I couldn't believe i was going to do this. I knew that by the tone of our messages the possibility of getting intimate with Margaret was a. See you in another month, Mr. Jasper?’ Jasper nodded his head in affirmation and turned to leave. Then, for a brief moment, he paused, smiled knowingly at me and winked, before continuing on his way. What an odd little man. I watched him leave the store as Beetlesmith started to resume our previous conversation, ‘Now where were we Mr. Henry? Oh, that’s right, mass production…’ ‘I’m sorry to interrupt, but didn’t that Mr. Jasper character just buy the item in question?’ Beetlesmith nodded, and. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse from front. There was erection in my pants as more and more of her cleavage was exposed. She unbuttoned the last button and moved the blouse out and away from her shoulders. There she stood in a white, lacy bra. Wet and beautiful. Her trembling now clearly visible.The knocking sound on door suddenly brought us back in this world. I went and opened the door. She quickly disappeared in the kitchen. I opened the door and Amir’s dad walked in. He closed his.