'She swung her legs sideways from under the table, and crossed them. I glanced down, and dropped my hand to her thigh — she stared at me for a momen..., and tugged her skirt up several inches, so that my hand rested on her bare leg.'And I prefer younger men — who want to do things to me... 'At that moment her phoned trilled, and she rummaged in her bag, giving me another view of her cleavage, and held the phone to her ear, staring into my eyes.'Hello? Yes, dear. Yes ... I've finished shopping,. ” She looked around. “I think there’s a cafe here, shall we get a pot of tea and catch up?”“Ok ... but it’ll be coffee for me.”She laughed. “So you got over that terrible cup in Leipzig, then?”I smiled at the shared memory. “Yes.”We found our way to the cafe and ordered a pot of Earl Grey tea for one. When I realised the coffee would be instant, I settled on an orange juice and we found a table.Ginnie gave me a slightly accusing look. “You never replied to my letter.”I blinked. “What letter?”“I. It was slow and sweet, and I guess the kid came eight or ten times, moaning and telling me how much she loved her daddy's big prick. When I came again, I thought my backbone had melted and was splashing out of the head of my cock. Well--from then on, my hot-assed little daughter and her horny old man have been fucking damned near every day and night."Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached back. Each step she took, each wiggle of her ass, made the blood pound in his head. He looked down and saw the grass clippings and dust stuck to his sweaty skin and hair. Damned, he thought. If only I wasn’t so grimy, but maybe I can get her number before I leave.The dry, air-conditioned air made his nipples small and hard, but his cock was hot and raging in his shorts. Alone, his dirty little fantasies hijacked his mind and made him hard. Curt wondered what it would be like to take her bent over the.