But she has a real nice cunt.”I don’t think thirty is that old! Well, to be honest, I was pretty unhappy about it when I turned thirty. I’d rath...r be twenty-five again. But I’m in very good shape. I take care of myself. I realize that I’m twice their age. But that’s because they’re too young, not because I’m too old.Sean’s hand let go of my left breast. He squeezed my nipple a couple of times, but gently. Then he turned his attention to my pussy. He stared at it, obviously never having seen one. " Oh, you're kidding. I'm sorry," she smiled. "Well it's my favorite too ... maybe a schedule would work? Let's see if we can work something out." Works for me. Here's my card. Give me a call when you're ready to negotiate."She stared at the card. A lawyer. "Great, most of the guys here probably have more muscle between their ears then anywhere and I pick a lawyer to negotiate with." Don't worry I'll go easy on you. Looking forward to successful negations." He flashed her another smile, offered. It is game soup, followed by poached salmon with potatoes and vegetables in a wine sauce and we finish off with some of my home made cheese cake and ice cream." Ah! A meal fit for a king." I responded trying to draw the subject away from my wealth."I certainly hope it is good enough for a young prince," Joyce said in a sanguine tone.Even I joined in the laughter at that response.There was a great deal of laughter and banter over what was an absolutely delightful meal. I was asked many questions. Somewhere. On last night's journey, at some point I turned to find a beautiful young blonde smiling at me from the passenger's seat. Big blue eyes sparkled like those of an Elven princess. Hair flowed over naked breasts, full and firm. Her smile was an invitation I dared not accept. She was too young, too vulnerable. Still guiding the big sedan down the dark highway, I reached over and pushed her to the far side of the bench seat. as if there was a spring on the door, she bounced back right.