A little work on the wig, flourishes of makeup, and with sunglasses coquettishly poised, even Auntie Susan would have had to look more than twice befo...e she recognised her daughter. Whether dyke or blonde vision, to me she looked ravishing We were still high on adrenaline and each other, manically chatting as I drove us to London. When we crossed the North Circular road at the Great Cambridge roundabout, Sarah said:"Does Margaret know where you live?" I think so, she found my phone number. As my company had arranged for a car to pick me up and deliver me to the hotel, I suggested that Stan ride with me. After retrieving my checked suitcase, and his suitcase and bag of golf clubs, I found the driver that was to meet me. He had no problem adding Stan to the ride, and we were quickly whisked to Caesar’s Palace to check in. It was no surprise that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in the limo.It was after 3:30 pm, and check-in went smoothly. Before separating, we exchanged. ’ she said as she sat up smiling broadly. ‘That was great!’ I corrected her. That brought a laugh from Mary as she moved over and sat beside me on the seat. ‘If you think that was great, try this.’ With that Mary held her soaked panties up to my nose and said ‘Smell these!’ Before I could say anything, she reached down and rubbed two fingers between the lips of her pussy. ‘Here taste this!’ she said as she rubbed them against my lips. When I opened my mouth to lick my lips, she slid her fingers. "I interrupted her. "Nice try Trish." I smiled and allowed my hands to wander all over her lush figure. "But there was a certain painter by the name of Peter Paul Rubens who I think would disagree with you. And certainly the lady in the painting 'Earth and Water' would argue with you if she could. And so for that matter would the ladies who posed for Rubens masterpiece 'The Three Graces'." All right, all right," she said laughing as she pushed her well-rounded arse into my clutching hands, "who.