I asked what was wrong and she looked away as the tears began to run down her cheeks. I gently turned her head back to me and wiped the tears from her...eyes with the thumb and slid down onto the pillow next to her looking in her eyes. I had learned from past experience with women that when they start crying for no reason that you can see all you can do is hold them until they calm down enough to find out what they were crying about. I put my arms around her and pulled her in close and held her. Usually this is fine but the guys with the wife and k**s got a smack this time. Regardless I was causing enough of a commotion to slow the traffic down significantly allowing Ryan to pull up taking his time to enjoy the scene. He savoured the fleshy slut before him and I gave him my undivided attention as cat calls and car horns competed for my favour. I looked directly at him with a cocky smile, giving him the pleasure of owning my whore ass in front of everyone. He gestured for me to join him. She was craning her hips up to meet my touch as she continued to moan and make little noises.I ran my finger up her slit towards her clitoris and when I reached it, she reacted violently by grabbing my hand and pulling it away. “Gramps!” she said surprisingly. After the feeling subsided for a second, she placed my hand back on her crotch and then raised her hips once again. I rubbed her pussy lips with my fingers firmly now, pushing my finger up between her outer lips and into the canal. I went to Sally's Salon for a Brazilian hard waxing which included the small white hairs around my anus and this was done by a bisexual guy who gives the best head and rectum rimming, which I enjoy. Sometimes Sally joins in as she is a bi also, this twice yearly session was something I had kept secret form my husband, for a lot of the old men on photo shoots like the thirteen year old looking pussy to jack off to and I have obliged comfortably knowing their perversion.The shoot was arranged in.