On the way we talked about the local area and I pointed out different things that might be of interest to him. He was pleasant and courteous as he wa... handsome. We arrived at my jogging spot and parked the truck. "From here I usually run north, that way on our return the sun rising higher will be hitting our backs", I suggested to him. We began our jog and I quickly realized that there was no need for me to be overly concerned about his age. He was as fit as they come and as we jogged his. "I feel like dancing. Will you dance with me at the club tonight? If you're not afraid of being seen with anolder lady," she laughed.He wasn't afraid of being seen with an older lady. But he'd seen her dance. Even at a place withmellower, slower music, there was always an air of the "hot girl in front of the stage trying to get laid bythe guitarist" to her movement. And in a revealing satin blouse and swirling satin skirt? God help them ifthey played anything even resembling swing jazz, and got. She might not know what the woman from Chicago looked like but Iris certainly knew what she looked like. Or at least what June looked like. All she had to do was get to the bar first and let Iris come to her."This isn't going to be hard at all," May told herself with confidence. A small part of her wondered if that was actually going to be true.With a few hours to go before she had to meet Iris, May decided to take a shower and freshen up. Normally she preferred to take long, leisurely baths,. It was so hot in her hands. She then tucked his cock in between her breasts and began bouncing back and forth. His head made its way through her breasts. She swallowed his cock whole, keeping it between her breasts and licked it like a lolly while bobbing her head up and down. His knees went on top her shoulders and she wrapped her arms around them. They were solid and tight. She pulled his cock out from between her, stood onto the table (giving him a nice view of her luscious ass) and mounted.