I was going to call it a night but I don't know what came over me, well that's a lie. yes I do. I really wanted to see what they were doing in the van...for that long? And then the thought of Denise sucking him off. Well...I needed. I wanted. To see that again. So I quickly made my way out of the house and into street, at 2-3am my street was deserted and silent not sole about no cars, no one! The perks of living in suburbs. I slowly made my way to where they were parked as I approached it, I. I even thought about going to the other side and complete the fuck. But, the fucking bloody old man is awake. Finally I went out and masturbated twice and came back.From that moment, I couldn’t see her as the same old elderly lady. Then I slept after jerking out again. On the next day, I was so ashamed to look at her face, but she was behaving like nothing happened in between us and didn’t even mention anything about it. I couldn’t control myself, I was with her and touching on her body even. The woman raised her hands up, flailing them about. The girl jerked her around to face her. The biker chick’s jaw slackened. Her right eye was bruised, blackened and practically glued shut.“Please, I’m sorry I took your business. Please, oh pleeease let me go.”“Little late for that,” shouted Angie. She then started beating the blonde in the stomach, face and everywhere imaginable. The other chick got up but was promptly decked. Angie pulled her to her feet, . When I get really old maybe things will change but, after all, I’m only ninety-six now.’ I think my mouth dropped open. ‘Ninety-six! You’re kidding.’ She smiled. ‘No, I really am as is my husband. We’ve been very lucky but, still, we try to help things along. You know, exercise, good eating and so on.’ ‘That’s amazing! I would have guessed you were at least twenty years younger.’ ‘Thank you, but I really am ninety-six.’ I found myself rapidly becoming engaged in conversation. After a few.