Brayden Marcus was in his mid-to late-forties. Belle couldn't tell exactly but that was her guess. He had jet-black hair that was being slowly invaded...by white strands, starting around the temple. He was five-feet-eight, lean and fit with a thick mustache and a constant, stoic expression. She could never tell if he was pissed off, quietly contemplating something or in a jovial mood. He had the perfect poker face and a dry sense of humor making him impossible to read. She had been able to tune. I let go with one hand and grabbed her pony tail, pulling her head back. “Uggh, yeah pull my hair, that's it, fuck me hard! She gasped.I couldn't take it for too long and started emptying my balls into her.It was a little awkward afterwards while she was getting cleaned up and dressed. The inevitable “What do we do now” popped up, regarding the status of any relationship me may have.I said “Lets give it some time and see.” And she left soon afterwards.A few weeks went by, I was on a night out. Son: are you sure mom? (it’s so obvious that he wanted to peep on his mom while she’s trying those clothes)Me: I’m very sure you can tell me whatever u feel let me start with the red one, since it’s your favorite color. I let the towel to drop on the floor I can see my son checking out at my stunning body through the mirror even though I’m shy but I’m still happy that I’m an attractive woman at this age.Me: so how it is?Son: mom, I’m telling deep down from my heart you are such a beautiful. She was pushing something into her handbag as she walked. Flashing a smile as a motorcyclist nearly hit a stopped car as he turned to whistle at her.She came in and he closed the shutters of the shop.Money exchanged, he pulled her small hot body into his arms and ran his hands over her back, ass and breasts as he licked and kissed her neck.“achaa bhai sahib” she laughed “achi baat hai time kyun zaiya kar raha ho?” (ok, dear sir, why waste time”).“bhai sahib nahi…..cha-cha bolo” (not dear.