So, am I younger than your mother?"Talking about my mother with Judy, with me sitting there almost naked and semi-erect, was just one more uncomfortab...e moment that Judy seemed to delight in causing. "Oh, yes ma'am," I assured her."Am I prettier that she is?"Now that was a totally unfair question. What scale of attractiveness could I use to compare my mom to this fascinating woman, eight years her junior, but who appeared much younger to me, and who had licked my semen off her fingers in this. I told her to get undressed, I wanted her completely naked except for her high heels. Within 30 seconds she had managed to take off her business suit, stockings, blouse, bra and panties and put her heels back on. I just admired her for a few minutes and then told her that I was going to give her 30 minutes to take a quick shower, and then I wanted her to put on everything in the box plus her heels. As I walked towards the door she asked where I was going and I told her I would be back at. The one she had just spent the afternoon with was a perfect example; fifty and bald, one hundred pounds overweight, and he stank of stale cigar smoke. His belly was so big that his cock barely penetrated her and to get him off she had to resort to using her mouth. When he came his cum tasted so sour it almost made her throw-up.She had been lucky with a few. There had been three who were in their early forties, who had kept themselves in shape and who were pretty good in the sack. The best of. Wayne felt very proud on his cock. He kissed on my ass, and then his tongue was moving all over my sweet wet pussy. He was also stroking his cock with one hand. I was also touching and rubbing my clit. “So you accept my offer?” I said still bending over the table. “Of course, anything you want,” Mr. Wayne had lost his sense. “Write it down and sign it for me,” I made a smart move. “Now, can I do it later?” Mr. Wayne didn’t want to stop now. “First write it for me,” I asked and Mr. Wayne had to.