She was moaning….. and suddenly she squirted all over the carpet and was breathing heavily…. I stopped kissing so that she can catch her breath an... started sucking her nipples…… after sometime i again started to finger her pussy…this time more vigorously….She again squirted…..but this time it was louder and larger than the first one…..She was breathing heavily while laying on the bed……The sight of her boobs was lovely…..they were moving up and down due to her breathing movements….She told me. Yes I’d love some tea please, Miss…?’ The old woman turned and looked Alma full in the face, her blue eyes that had seemed dim and misty now shone with inner fire and her face took on a disapproving aspect, ‘Oh don’t be calling me Miss or Mrs or Madame. Taika, I be called with none of your fangled titles and such.’ Alma shrank back in her chair with an involuntary shudder. There was a power in this strange old lady that she did not understand and it scared her. The fire died in Taika’s eyes. She was curled up on a banquette in a windowed alcove. A Goth guy with a Manson face was leaning into her, whispering. He was also her connection apparently. At one point he saw her dip her finger into a little black caldron the Goth had on a black chain around his neck attached to a spiked collar. She rubbed a little on her gums. Sniffed a bit into each nostril. Nodded to the dude. Who shook a line of powder in the crack between the middle fingers of her left hand. The hand, palm up,. She didn't act the part of the rich socialite. I couldn't imagine that she ever did, despite some of the company she and her late husband might have kept. She was a natural as the girl next door, whoever that might be.It was nearing midnight when we arrived back at her apartment. I wasn't tired, in fact the opposite. The evening had been a real tonic and Michelle was showing no signs of fatigue either. As I closed the door behind me she slipped into my arms and kissed me. It seemed so.