This is how I would describe her. about five foot tall, sixty five years of age, slim, with big heavy breasts, she always flirted with me, and I can r...member talking to her one day when a wasp went down her top. not a lot of room down there I said, cheeky, was the reply, and we both laughed as she shook her jumper frantically to get the wasp out before it stung her. got time for a cuppa she said and invited me in. we talked for a while and I told her how I was getting on in my new place, you. .. Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us off at a place in the 5th of old town. Some Claude´s place, who wasn´t there. He was my friend, but at the moment I wasn´t sure which. As the barman handed me my change, I said to him, “This lady is next.” She wasn’t, but I saw no reason to not help her. She noticed what I had done but was obviously grateful for the gesture.“Thank you,” she said, ordering a large Malbec.I moved away from the bar just as a group of people vacated a table next to the fireplace. It was too good an opportunity to miss. I got the seat, took off my coat and scarf, settled my pint and grabbed my phone. It took me a few minutes to delete some emails. Meanwhile, my cock is like a hot piece of steel, throbbing in the crevice of your shapely ass. I subtly grind against you, teasing you as she dawdles, making lame jokes. You groan quietly and pinch my leg to make me stop as she gathers her things and yammers on incesently. When she turns her back and bends over to grab a towel she dropped, I pull your bottoms to the side and slide my cock into your molten pussy. You gasp, but the woman doesn't notice as she finally waves goodbye and goes back.