I snapped back from wherever my mind was, probably somewhere in Florida."You wanna start?" he asked after spitting a gob of tobacco juice into the dir.... He wore the bill of his cap so low it was hard to see his eyes.I lifted an eyebrow at him and pointed to my own chest."Buzzy don' wanna let the kid hurt hisself in this rotten weather." But he doesn't care about me?" I was trying to be funny. "Damn!"'Guess there ain't no way you can hurt your arm no more'n it is," he said, giving me a. Slowly I went further down and kissed her on her navel.I then inserted my tongue in her navel as she pressed my head on her flat dusky stomach. As I kept tonguing her navel I removed her white saree completely only to get myself and her all wrapped between them. Without wasting much time I lifted her long skirt up exposing her brown smooth legs and began to kiss my way from her inner thighs to her pussy. I felt her pubic hairs on my lips as I pecked on her vertical lips. Without minding much I. Miss Clara Roberts was a good example. She was, I would guess, middle 50s, a nice chubby size 18 and very attractive. The thing that let her down was her dowdy appearance. She had let herself go.She looked nervous when she came in, so introducing myself I invited her to sit with me and have a chat over a cup of coffee. Clara told me her story, “I don’t really know where to begin. I was a school teacher for over 30 years. But since my lovely hubby died 5 years ago and the k**s left home, I have. It took me about thirty minutes to get to her trailer, time I knew she had spent in eager anticipation of what was to come.When I reached her apartment, she let me in the door and then stood before me, her head bowed in abject submission. She was still dressed in her waitress uniform. I walked up to her as soon as I shut the door. “Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” I said.“I-I’m sorry Sir,” she stammered.I grabbed a handful of her dark black hair. “You dirty little cunt!” I yelled.