This is my mother, Mrs. Woods. Mom, I believe this is Mr. Ross.’ ‘Nice to meet you Mr. Ross. Please call me Lois.’ ‘And please call me Ted. I�...�m not trying to be fresh or anything, but you don’t look old enough to be her mother.’ ‘You are very kind, Ted, but I am 40 years old. Amy and I just happen to be the same size.’ Indeed, they wore the same outfit, except Lois wore a white sports bra and brown shorts. Looking closed at her, I could see a few wrinkles around her eyes and a few gray hairs.. Very "granny" of them. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I helped each old lady to a stool, then re-sat myself. "What'll it be, Ladies?" They each order Golden Cadillacs (gee, what a shock - the drink is as old as they are). I ordered a brandy & 7, and we began to talk. The conversation, no matter how I tried to steer it straight, went back to the encounter. I felt his cock growing in my hand and said that I have been waiting for my prize to come back to life. He told me that he was surprised that he is able to keep getting hard and said that just looking at me makes him hard. I was moving his growing cock crossed my cunt and asked “Is this going to be fucking me soon?” He said to give him another couple of minutes and he would be ready. I kept rubbing his cock with one hand and finished my drink with my free hand. He kept putting his cold. „Kannst du mir mal den Reinigungsspray geben?“ fragte Antje mich, ohne sich dabei umzudrehen, wie hypnotisiert nahm ich den Spray und reichte ihn ihr zu, dabei ließ ich den Blick nicht von ihrem entblößtem Pfläumchen. Ich wollte gerade guten Tag sagen, als sie wieder zu reden anfing, ohne dabei ihren Kopf aus der Backröhre zu nehmen: „Sagst du deinen Freunden bescheid das es in einer halben Stunde was zu Essen gibt? Und wenn deine Gäste heute Nacht nach Hause gehen, hab ich noch nen schönen.