Lunch time arrives and I am there before her – I grab a coffee and it’s pretty busy. I look around and no one looks like her; this best not be a h...ge prank I tell myself. My heart is excited and nervous at the same time as I sip my drink pretending not to profile everyone around me like some sort of spy. My phone buzzes and a message pops up…. “hey. Be there in 2 mins, running late. Sorry x” appears. Phew!I’m still pretending that I’m there to drink my double mocha choc whatever it is – then. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find incredibly hot. I usually wack off on them and then find a towel in the hamper to wipe it off with. Then, I move the panties and let my eyes feast on the hairy, wrinkly pussy. I play with the gray hairs for a minute or two and then I finger the flesh. I have to lick my fingers to start because she has practically no moisture left in her body but I love the feel of the loose skin slipping. Why the fuck did people feel the need to do their Christmas so shopping early? I would have rather been asked to pour hot candle on my clitoris to be honest. In fact that was quite an appealing thought, I’d only ever had hot wax poured on my nipples and the guy had kept the mould of my nipples on his mantelpiece like some horny trophy for months. I walked across the centre until I reached the store where Andrew worked. I walked in and spotted Andrew folding up a pile of Fair Isle jumpers. He. Then the breeches came down and Josephine gasped a little.Gavin smiled “Oh he’s far more impressive than that when he gets going.” Gavin stood and moved toward John, kneeling in front of him he took the limp, eight inches into his mouth and began to suck and lick the huge member into life. “There,” said Gavin. “Is THAT not impressive.”Josephine gazed in awe at the thick, hard cock that must have been at least ten inches long now. The foreskin seemed to roll back of its own accord, as John.