"Not bad for a 65 year old woman,hey".At this she laughed before looking down at my cock and noticing that i was still semi-erect said,"bloody hell.I ...an't believe you came like that and yet you are still erect".Even though i knew it was wrong i did not want to waste my erection so i said to Auntie Jean,"Well why don't you come and take a ride on it then.i bet your mature pussy is wet and ready for some cock".She didn't need asking twice and unzipping her leather mini-skirt at the side and. "You'll need it all for the dessert." But I thought that this was the dessert!" I said and inhaled deeply again feeling the front edge of a pot high tickling my brain...and then, a little lower."Say...what kind of pot is this anyway, Ann? It kind of smells a little like some hash I smoked once at a party."Well, daughter, I have to say this one is definitely a keeper! Experienced and perceptive! This little doobie is some excellent Nepalese Black that I picked up on a trip to Kathmandu ages ago. Her ears had little silver studs, two in each one, that sparkled in the flickering soft light. The deep ruby lipstick on her thin lips matched the fingernails on her small, slender fingers and the toenails on the tips of her petite, delicate feet. Her right ankle was gently wrapped with a delicate silver chain which matched the one on her left wrist.I could see the slight flare of her hips, just below the thin waist, and slender thighs. Her breasts were visible, small apples topped with nipples. They had all seen her catching rays in our front yard in her tiniest bikini. Some may have even seen more of her, but no one had ever seen so much luscious bare skin offered by Dani. Each time she leaned forward, her snug dress slid up her shockingly shapely thigh. The six-inch slit below the last button teased all the male heart rates to extremes, but the sliding gap kept halting conversation until it stopped climbing. She reveled in the sudden silences and attention. I caught her flipping her.