While she wasnt as young as she once was, she was still just as beautiful. Her once youthful look had matured from a girlish cute that he knew when th...y had met, to a gorgeous and confident woman who moved and lived with a grace that Eric loved. Before he had realized it, they had arrived. Eric helped Michelle out of the car and tipped the driver. They walked into the familiar restaurant and the French waiter seated them in a quiet corner thanks to a little green persuasion. This place is just. The fast gear, well, more than one obstreperous customer at Hebe's bar had learned it was just that, fast. And for a big guy, Oscar was surprisingly agile.I watched Jacqueline's buttocks move in her tailored shorts and her braid swing as she climbed, and wondered if she liked having her braid pulled while someone took her from behind. From the way Oscar held her hand in both of his a little longer than needed when Persephone introduced them this morning, I suspected he was interested in that. She finally opened her red lips as wide as she could and sucked him down.Meanwhile, the black guy was caressing her body with his hand. Moving down to the hem of her black dress, he pulled it up to her waist. Her red thong was now on full display to the whole people.He worked his hand back down and pulled her panties aside so he could rub her swollen clit with his fingers. Everything was on show.My wife did not seem to notice at all, she just kept working the huge black cock in her mouth. But. I licked it off.It was not mustard.No man ever put a baby down faster.It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding out.With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, “Now you know why they call that fancy mustard Poupon”.When you stop laughing, pass it on.This one is from John A.No one believes seniors ... everyone thinks they are senile.An.