The skirt was not short ( at her knees) but at the sides it was split to the waist band of her white bikini panties. She had on sheer white thigh high...hose and white low heels and looked like a naughty angel who had lost her wings.After dinner I asked if she wanted to go to any place in particular and she replied that a place to slow dance would be nice.Most of the bars and clubs in New Orleans are for the Jazz and Dixie Land lovers and yet there are a few that have the quiet type of music. We. "I saw someone up on the ridge above the mine. Go get whoever it is before they get to the road," Max ordered. His tone implied that the guards would meet a fate similar to The Mole's if they failed him.He hated not taking care of business himself, but Max the Enforcer was in a position of command. Max needed to set up damage control and deal with the remaining miners. For better or worse, he and Max were one and the same to those around him. While the guards had become lax, they were not. She moaned hard! Jackpot! I was getting some granny pussy!We ended-up in her bedroom. I lowered her to her bed and let her suck my cock some more. I played with those huge tits, pulled them up by the nipples. Granny moaned and kept popping the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. I watched her pretty face, not a wrinkle, as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I pushed granny back onto the bed, lifted and spread her legs. I spanked my hard cock on her shaved pussy. “You want this black. " He told her."You know I'll do anything for you, Jason. Just name it." Good. As you know, Dean Malcomb's wife died about a year ago. He has been very depressed ever since. I want you to go to Dean Malcomb's office at about four thirty and give yourself to him. You have a great little body, and I am sure he will really appreciate your gifts. And one other thing, before you go see Dean Malcomb, get rid of that strip of fur on your pussy!" Alright Jason, if that's what you want me to do. I'll try.