>So... You like older women, with big tits, do you? she asked. >Mmmmm, yes. Love 'em, I answered. >Well, I certainly qualify. How old are you, Naughty... she queried. >Twenty, I lied, padding my age a year. Okay... Two. >Mmmmm. You like big boobed MILFs, and I like young stallions like yourself. Sounds like heaven to me. Tell me, my Naughty... can you keep it up all night long? I really like to fuck, for hours and hours. Will you keep me happy in bed? she probed. >I'll die trying, I replied.. I have a friend who is a male escort in London - if he had the energy he could see 3 women a day - every day of the year - men take note of this too.Lots of men I have been with just like the intamacy of a women - a clean, well dressed, sexy women, who looks after her body. (reverse that for women!!)I have met guys who told me that their wives hated any sexual contact, they had never seen them naked and the only sex was when she wanted a c***d and even then under the sheets with the lights. Joan felt asurge of love for Mary and for Dave. She pulled Davedown next to her. “Please, what you two did for me waswonderful.”Dave was still concerned. “Are you okay? I mean,inside?” Joan nodded.“Just an overdue little operation,” she said. “But I amsore.”Mary was crying quietly. Joan looked at her and askedDave, “Couldn’t you do for her what you did for me? Usewhatever it was? Please, she’s unhappy and frustrated.”Joan. Mr. Jones began to sweat as he struggled in his chair to hide his erection. He quickly got up from his chair and ran toward the door in the back of his office, unlocking it he directed her to go inside ahead of him all the time trying to cover his crotch area.inside the office she slowly unbuttoned her blouse taking it off then removing her bra and letting her 38DD breast flop free. she then removed her plaid pleated skirt and pulled down her her white cotten pantys.As Mr. Jones began to strip,.