" The officer said neutrally, before explaining, "We checked his records and it came back legit. There shouldn't be any problems from here on." NO! TH...RE IS A PROBLEM!" The old lady continued screaming as she walked around the counter, "I demand you to check it again! You obviously made a mistake! He's too young to have an ID and too young to buy alcohol! You're going to encourage him to keep using it buy more and more, possibly to give to his other underage hooligan friends! He might be part. My next-door neighbors Sam and Anne were a couple in their mid-fifties. Sam was a real construction daddy, about six foot, two hundred ten pounds, short salt and pepper cropped hair and a fine medium length beard. I had seen him working bare-chested in his yard and he was as furry as a gorilla, his body covered with a thick mat of salt and pepper hair. I could see that he was strong, but still a real bear with a few extra pounds. A couple of times, while he was outside, I watched him. She looks up at him and sees the effect that she has on him and smiles as more and more of his cock disappears into her mouth and her hand twists around it making it difficult to concentrate. Not wanting him to cum yet, she moves herself up leaving him hanging in the moment.She stands in front of him d****d in nothing but her bra and unbuttoned white blouse. She leans in to kiss his lips and gently positions herself over his throbbing cock tickling his head with her pussy. Putting pressure. The showers slowly emptied out, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I was in too much pain to move; I needed time to recharge, and work myself up to getting dressed. “You okay?” Ollie asked, pausing beside me on his way out. “I’m good.” It wasn’t true. He shrugged and left. The water felt nice, but I couldn’t hang around all afternoon. I turned around, being very careful about my ribs, and saw that I wasn’t alone. Brett was still here. He was across the room from me, both of his hands on the tile.