I have long blond hair, big blue eyes, big tits, a fantastic ass, and a walk that no man used to be able to resist. I say used to because though I don...t look it, I'm 62 years old.Okay, close your mouth, you're letting all of the flies out. My hair is Clairol's Ice Blonde number 8. My tits are implants, and my ass comes from daily, one hour stair-master sessions. We'll talk about my assets more later on, but for now just suffice it to say that I'm still hot and not just for my age. I have. She pulls out her cell phone and dials a number and waits for an answer. “Hey. Sorry I didn’t call earlier. Been busy. It’s all going according to plan.” Tinsel waits a moment then says, “Yes. I’m sure it’ll work. Trust me. Love you.” She hangs up the phone and walks down the block.Her old neighborhood hasn’t changed too much. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr.. I don't last much longer and shoot my load in your mouth. You swallow some and the rest goes on your breasts. I reach down and lick your breasts clean swallowing every last drop of my cum. We fall back on the bed.After while of lying there I tell you I want you to show me how you masturbate. I watch as you slide two fingers in. After while of watching you finger yourself I give you the vibrator. You quickly replace your fingers with the vibrator. As you play with yourself I shove my cock. "Where are you hurt Harley?" said Shauna, "remember I'm a lifeguard I can help." I pointed to my right leg and Shauna began to feel if it was broken. "What were you thinking Caitlin, you in your petite body trying to stand up to Rob's body, and Sarah's body, you could have been killed," Caitlin scolded me. "Well its not broken," Shauna interrupted, "it's just a bit swollen and bruised, nothing that a little ice can't help." "Good," said Caitlin, "you're a lucky girl Caitlin, next time don't be.