But she playfully slapped me away and she parked in my driveway. As soon as she got I walked over to her and hugged her and kissed her. My dick was al...eady getting hard knowing my intentions. I pulled her to our shop porch and pulled her breasts out of her shirt and bra and rubbed them and then started kissing them and sucking her nipples. I was quite hard by this point. I even showed her how hard I was by standing up and taking my shorts and boxers off. She was impressed. I could tell she. Her name was Katya and she was Polish (still had the accent). Fast forward -but only two days and two lunches later and I'm at her place (a very upscale condo) and she asked me to take a shower while she got ready. I lied in bed and waited anxiously until she appeared from her dressing room in a light green see through teddy. I was almost shaking from excitement. Her skin was wrinkled with age and when I touched her she was so so so soft. I remembered the line from Pulp Fiction about what we're. He groaned.“Goodnight Macy.”“Thanks dad. Goodnight.”I leaned in to give him a hug. I was off balance in my heels so when he grabbed me and pulled me down to him I fell straight onto him. I managed to twist a little and landed in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. He put his face against the side of my neck and took a deep breath through his nose taking in the smell of my perfume. His hands slid up and found the pins in my elegant updo and took them out letting my long. I know it seems like I am some kind of woman who…’ He leaned over a smothered her words with his lips and then his tongue. His fingers undid the buttons on her blouse slowly, one after another as she slid her tongue into his mouth. His hand slid under her bra and his breath quickened as he felt her nipples become hard… He barely heard her words… ‘…does this all the time but…’ ‘No you don’t. Not at all.’ However, he leaned up and looked into her eyes smiling, ‘You were wrong about the men’s.