Ollie was right; it was getting late and I desperately needed sleep."Julita, hang up the phone. Mister Tucker, you're not permitted to talk to my daug...ter." Papa, let me talk to him. I haven't seen him since Saturday night." As I recall it was Sunday," Ollie corrected her. Quite right, I thought. It was Sunday morning when we had last seen each other."How's your eye?" I asked Huley."It's not her eye. It's her cheek," Ollie corrected me. Quite right, I thought. Two for two, Ollie is on a. The place was all but empty but a few people. I strip with a growing joy stick because I still fantasize like a hormone driven teenager. I start my shower & soap up as I work my hardening muscle with my eyes closed. Damn, I should have tanned I thought but what are the chances it could happen with another milf. I am lost rubbing & slowly stroking myself with my eyes closed when I hear a voice right behind me say, mind if I join you? No fucking way, there's nobody & here the desk girl is. Bitch.She was very calm about it and smiled for photos and everything with herrunner's up sash. But I called her that night and we just lay there, hersobbing for an hour, me just on the phone with her, long after herparents had gone to sleep and nobody could hear her.But you know this isn't really about her either.Atnas, wherever you are, I guess I've given up hope believing in you.It's been ages and I'm probably too old to believe, but, well, I felt itreally, really strongly. Once in a while. When the last drop of cum had been torn from his balls, she sighed around him and slowly withdrew the spent organ from her mouth. She smiled at him and climbed right up on his lap. She cradled his head between her breasts and began to kiss his ears and neck. He felt the need to say something to her, maybe thank her, but her questing mouth stopped him. He suddenly realized that he could feel nothing between them, that his flaccid cock was between her naked thighs, and in fact, she was gently.