The idea of hiring some prostitutes certainly has its appeal, but you're not exactly sold on the idea of sampling good everyone else gets to.Eventuall..., you see an old man, probably in his late 50s, wearing a business suit that implies he has a more than generously above average income. This observation is supported by the young lady wrapping herself around his arm as intimately as possible, ruling out the possibility that it's either a daughter or granddaughter that he's simply taking a stroll. I lowered my left hand and raised it up. I worked two fingers between her folds and simply shoved them into her, hard. None of the gentleness and easing them in as was normal, I simply shoved them into her and started fucking her with my fingers.The sloshing sounds from her pussy trying to clasp them was obvious. A wet squishy counterpoint to her muffled moans so she could not only feel what I was doing to her, Linda could hear it as well. I could feel her pulling my head in harder and her hips. I gave a smirk at a couple of the dudes, as one of them commented of my big ass sized 13 feet. “Wait till you see the good stuff” I continued roughly rubbing on my now massive bulge, uttering a low pitched groan, just to make a good show. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts---and lifting up from my butt, pulled them down to my knees. Then throwing my legs up exposing my ripe hairy ass, slowly pulled my shorts off from my feet, then tossed them across the room at one of the dudes. We all then sat back to admire her standing there in a black see through bra, black silk boy shorts style panties and black suspender/garter belt and stocking. We all agreed a beautiful sexual being to behold. Even at 43, and a mother of three.After just a few minutes, I held a glass of wine to Monique’s lips and folded the seat away from her legs. I could feel her tremble as I lowered her panties to the floor and slipped them off, a quick glance back at the lads I could see the show was.