Fortunately the sari hid my rolls of fatI met him on the internet. One night, I was fed up with work and was surfing the net and got into a chat progr...mme. I went into the 50 plus site. Most of the people in the younger age sites in real life were pre adolescents pretending to be older. Wanted t talk to some one with half a brain. There he was. As if he was waiting for me.Told me on the first day itself he was in his late sixties. I told him he could be my sugar daddy! He thought it was funny.. . he came close to me kissed me on my forehead and said your are my angel and I will treat you like princess from today we kissed for a long time and he lifted me to the master bedroom, laid me down and he brought grapes and we had it between our lips and then he slowly turned me around on my back and unzipped my tops and gave love kisses on my backside and unhooked my bra , turned me around removed my tops and bra and sucked my boobs and nipples alternatively and enjoyed my navel with his hot. I am sick and tired of hotels, restaurants, and airlines,” George said. He had the same breakfast foods from the breakfast bars in the hotels where he stayed. If he had to eat another turkey sandwich catered for lunch, he thought he would go crazy. Dinner was almost always a hotel restaurant meal. It seemed to him like they only had ten items. Leaving the hotel usually meant chain restaurants. There were times when he would have killed just to have a bologna sandwich, canned soup, and a glass. “Oh...” I tell it in tumultuous inner conflict, “That’s amazing.”No… I don’t want this. Well, I want this. Everything it’s doing feels so good, and I am its unwaveringly willing subject. What I meant was that I don’t want to cum. I don’t. I’m not ready for this to end… Or to go back to sleep.The tendril probing inside me works wondrous magic upon my glands and my soft inner flesh. My heart is in my – well, everywhere. I can feel it throb throughout every iota of my physical being. The.