"Yes, Tabitha I am quite a bit older than your mommy and that means that there will always be some things, ways of thinking and things we like and don...t like that will be different and your mommy and I have talked about those, but, we have also talked about the really important things too and we've found that, with them, the difference in our ages makes no difference at all." What important things?" asked Tabitha."Things like love and respect and our feelings for each other... and others.". ”Glen, seeing the truck ahead of him, gave him the emergency light signal they had agreed upon so they would know that it was him driving. He didn’t want them to end up fleeing him and possibly getting into an accident. He had cautioned them to take their time and not speed. They were going to be nervous and that wasn’t the best circumstances in which to be driving.They had reached the main road when Cliff pulled the truck over to the side of the road. Glen slowed down as he approached them and. "No...no baby, we can't." She panted."Mom, I need you." Jacob sighedHe pushed forward, his cock swell squeezing through her folds. Michelle's tiny hand grasped onto his cock meat, trying to keep it from going any deeper."You're father's home. We've been down here too long. We can't keep going like this." She said, struggling to keep his cock at bay."Oh, mom, I need in you." Jacob muttered.He thrust all his weight forward. His cock began to emerge from the slit in his shorts like a pink serpent,. After prodding, he came along. After a few questions I learned this pale skinned, tall yet slight build, awkward red head is 52 years old, has been married for 24 years and has three c***dren. My interest in Pale Red was strictly to give this guy a story of his lifetime.He sat in the background all night, until we were in a dance club. Feeling way too good, if not a bit blurry, I swayed my hips to the beat. Pale Red “danced” directly behind me, not really grinding me… just sort of slapping.