“My parents would freak out if they knew I was a dancer for a living. They still think I’m waitressing and that I have a pile of student loans,�... Dani said. “Plus, I know I can’t be a dancer forever.”“Danielle, I’m an educated man and I’ve seen just about every personality there is to see in this world,” Jack exclaimed. “Humor me a bit. I want to test myself. I think I know you pretty well and we’ve only really just met. Tell me if I’m right or if I’m way off base,” Jack said.“Ok. Is this. He wasn’t 16 anymore. Oh, well. He could afford an engagement ring at 36. He couldn’t have even afforded an apartment at 16. And Jen would have been what back then? Grade school, maybe even kindergarten. They’d definitely met in the right decade, even if he had less sexual stamina now. for that matter, he now had some skills to make up for his lost stamina. So, he tried to use his skills.As he stroked between her labia, he switched breasts. Jen relaxed to accept his ministrations. She was going. Traffic at the border was crazy. And I was going crazy. I wasn’t in the warehouse anymore that was a plus, at age 51 I appreciated not having to be moving pallets and inventorying merchandise and tonnage. Oh yeah, dispatching was a way better gig and the pay was a tad better, about five percent better. Still it was a hustle all of the time. Run-run-run, that was the name of the game. The trucks had to move, and move on time. The loads had to be delivered and delivered all over the state on. Sue would be waiting for me with her sopping pussy, and tell me how good she had been fucked as she pulled out my dick. Sometimes I just came in her mouth, but usually I wanted to feel my dick in her sloppy pussy as Dennis always left it stretched and loose. That was the way I liked it now.He also had a habit of seeing how many fingers he could get into Sue, he liked to watch her wither as he put four and sometimes all his fingers in her cunt.He had told me he could get all his fingers to the.