Not really beautiful but certainly pretty, although when she smiled, her face really lit up. She appeared to have a nice figure but the suit she wore ...id the detail. Her legs were the only showing feature that did stand out, they were quite stunningly shaped.She shook me from my thoughts, "Well, do I measure up? You've given me a good check over." The forwardness of her own question surprised her, she was blushing deeply again, "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying." Then she was looking. That creepy old man was stunned to see such a beauty.Her cream dress completely sticking to her body showing her massive boobs and curves evidently caught the attention of the old man..He was staring at her like a hungry dog.He then told us to come in and told us to wait in the living room.while leaving he again stared at her boobs.I noticed that but somehow felt excited that my sexy wife could ignite passion even in an old man.After a few minutes,a tall man came to the living room…he must have. I was a little bitter at first, and my preference was for younger women anyway. Younger women usually aren't much interested in horny geezers, except in my imagination, which was still quite buff, even if my body wasn't so much anymore. There was nothing wrong with my penis, however, and I had worked out with it pretty regularly over the years, usually aided by a book instead of a real live woman. It was quick and easy, whereas romance is neither.There were plenty of places to get the kind of. "Really have to stuff it inside." Please Mistress, do it," she moaned, "Fuck me, hurt me, give me what I need."I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, painfully yanking her head back. My other hand reached around and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. With one strong, fluid motion I ripped down, hearing the buttons fall off it as I tore her tits free. They weren't big, I took note as I groped them roughly through her bra, B cups at best. But they were perky and through the thin.