’ the woman said, shaking the man’s hand. ‘Yes, it is a beautiful day. I’m Jordan Douglas. And this is Dorothy Fisher,’ the man said, moving...aside, letting her come forward. He wondered if she recognized him… ‘Mrs Mayfield. It’s such an honor to finally meet you.’ The two women shook hands. ‘I’m Dorothy Fisher. I think I’ve read every book and article you’ve ever written,’ she gushed. And Dorothy Fisher was shocked by the woman she saw. Mayfield was almost certainly in her 60s now, yet she. She went into her “disguise” wardrobe and selected a pair of shiny red disco pants, a black spandex crop top, strappy high heel sandals and a short black PVC biker style jacket. She teased her hair into a sexier style and applied more makeup than she was used to.She checked herself out in the mirror. She looked about ten years younger, and damn hot. She admired the way the tight spandex pants clung tightly to her round ass, the thong she wore underneath ensuring there was no panty line to ruin. What can I do for you?" he asked, giving her a long slow inspection from her toes to the tip of her head and back down again."Where do you want my trailer?" Right here, curb side, pointing that way." You got it. I'll be right back."She turned and walked back toward the truck; her broad shoulders were in stark contrast to the gentle roll of her fine ass packed tightly into her well-worn jeans. When she was out of earshot he turned to Bill and commented, "That, my friend, is one well put-together. There were several variations of the sparing match games that we would do. One was we would grapple with one another until one of us was so exhausted the other would start humping the doll trying to cum before the other would get their wind back and we would start grappling over again.Another game that we played was if one got a groin strike in the one who had the groin strike would count from 1 to 30 and the other had free reign trying to cum in the doll. A joint lock that would lead to a.