I told her damn, she should have invited him in. She said he was young he wouldn't want to do anything to do with an old woman like her. I told her sh... might be surprised. here is my fantasy of what happened.I saw the flower delivery van pull in the driveway and a good looking black man probably in his 20s got out with my wife's flowers. I met him at the door and told him I would get her but I also told him she like black men and would he mind giving her something she needed for her birthday.. Now we started going to shopping together during weekends, She used send the pics of her when ever she bought . One day she did inner shopping. I asked her to send the pics of her in new inner. Initially she got angry. But i pleaded her to send so she send one pic of her in new inner. That’s when our chat was turned towards praising each other body. Slowly it turned towards the sex. After that we used to sex chat daily. It turned into Skype. As i live in a separate flat it was not problem. Our. ..” Hortense grinned, equally smugly.“We’ll have to look into it, but we don’t want to spoil the certain homely charm the place has, with anything too big.” Norma laughed cynically at her dark humour, then pursed her lips.“There’s someone to see you, a lady with a business proposition ... regarding Tanner.” Hortense’s cunt tingled at anyone having the nerve to muscle in on her business, but was also a little intrigued.“Oh do let her in, let’s see what she has to say.” She sat cross-legged in. "I got number eighty-nine," he told me."I want to see helmets and jerseys. You have two each home and away," Coach Durant.I opened up the boxes and found my helmet. I said nothing to Jason as I reverently pulled the helmet from its box and examined it. Several pads tumbled to the ground."What's that?' Jason asked.I looked down at the pads. "I think they are used to adjust the fit."I checked the boxes and found a road team's jersey to put on. Coach Grisham was shouting for everyone to assemble.