I come from Manchester, in northern England, but Jeannine is French Canadian, with a touch of Canadian Indian blood in her ancestry, and we now live i... Quebec.I have no trouble in going out dressed, even in daylight; and I do much of the grocery shopping. I pass quite well, and I don't really care if anyone reads me. What if they do? Only a group of children will make any remark, though they can be tiresome. But I still have two hang-ups, one minor and one major. When we go shopping for. I told her I was into older women. With her sassy southern mature attitude she looks at me and says “Really? A young guy like you want an older woman?” “Yes, I find women my age and older the sexist.” Knowing it was rude to ask her age. She told me she just turned 58. I wished her a happy belated birthday and move closer to her. “My name is Darrell and yours?” She told me her name was Jeanie. We were so close that every movement was a slight brush against each other‘s bodies. It was now obvious. Then she placed her lips over the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back so I could prop myself up a little. She worked her tongue around in little circles on the head of my cock, but soon her head was bobbing up and down as she gobbled more and more of my cock into her mouth. With her other hand she reached under and played with my asshole, prodding and poking. Her fingertip was very cold, co she must have put some jelly on it. Her fingertip entered my tight ass and pushed deeper. . Oh Gaaawwwwddd!! I’M CUMMING! CUMMING!!’ She thrashed on the bed, the nerve endings in her entire body exploding like fireworks, the pleasure so immense she feared she might faint, but all else ceased to matter as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, making her forget all her fears and drowning her in ecstasy. Daniel’s face was soaked in her pussy juice. Once she came down from her high, he rose up and to her lips, and kissed her.She responded in kind, moaning again as she felt his.