With her friends or husband or children and by herself: her curly blonde locks, her hazel eyes her polished exterior was always dominated by her wonde...ful smile. Len was fascinated by it. She was professional, confident and had a career of her own. He began to cherish her responses and comments to him which often could start and end his day. Conversation he noted between the friends she chose to have online made it obvious she was happily married and proud of her family, yet was confident. After two shots, she was high and sat on my lap and started rubbing her ass on my dick. I put my hands inside her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panty; she moaned a little and smiled at me. Suddenly she got up and lifted her skirt and put her one finger in her mouth, looked at me and said you doggy lick my choot… it was so fucking horny moment i pulled her panty down and started licking her pussy, she started moaning a bit louder and pulled my hairs and pushed my face between her thighs.. He walked in, a figure of power in dress pants and a black sweater. “Good waking my dear.”“Uhm, hello,” she replied. He walked over the the chair and she asked, “So, like ... where are we?”He smiled, “In a moment, dear girl. We should talk for a bit.” He took her by the shoulders and guided her back the the bed.“Where are we? Who are you?” She looked up to him.“In a moment. We should talk about a great many things. To begin, how are you feeling, tell me honestly?” He crossed his hands in his. Most of the mourners were moved to tears more than once.At the repast a handsome man made an approach extending his hand, “Jeffrey Powell?”“Excuse me,” was the reply.“Jeffrey. Miss Geraldine’s grandson, right?”“Uhhhh…”“It’s cool. I know the deal.”“Yeah, but no one has called me that in years,” revealed the long-haired person.“My bad. I didn’t know what else to call you. Nobody never told me your new name.”“It’s okay…”“Corbin. Corbin Stewart.”“Oh yeah! You are Corbin,” beamed the slightly.