She stretches at my feet, appearing almost as if bounding or leaping, her lithe, athletic body caught in mid-stride and frozen by the Glock's delicate...spray. Victoria's lustrous raven hair, once smartly styled, is thrown in crazy patterns of black lace across her lolling head. Her elegant features, now relaxed, fall into a dark and ghastly repose, a look of aloofness, indifference, a horrifying calm; her deep, hazel eyes stare through the closed door into an unseen distance, the lids hanging. But not very far though. It still felt good though. “Oh that's good Jeanette, stick it in more now,” I said. Then that little encouragement made her wanna stick her tongue inside my pussy even more. Then I let out a couple soft moans. “Yes Jeanette, just like that. I want your whole tongue inside my pussy,” I said. So she spread out my wet pussy lips and she stuck her tongue inside my pussy as far as she could. And it just felt incredible to say the least. I never had a woman eat me out, John. Besides, you find me irresistible and want me more than you know. You’re head over heels for me. And if you ever piss me off, I’ll tell your daughter and she’ll deal with you.” I laugh and reply, “I would appreciate it, if you took it easy on this old man. I’m fifty four years old and you’re, what, half my age?” M smiles and replies, “I’m exactly half you age. And I am in no way, every going to take it easy on you.” She lifts the t shirt slowly up and away from her thighs, and slightly. We could think of something to do.’ ‘Too late.’ Vicki laughed as she closed the door. They dressed quickly, grabbed a bite to eat and headed out. They hailed a taxi and headed down towards Oxford Circle. There they got out and decided to go shopping or at least window shop. Walking along Bond St, Vicki showed Aaron some of the latest fashions. He offered to buy her one but she said no. They stopped at a jewelry shop and looked in the window. ‘See anything you like?’ Aaron asked. ‘Yes,’ she.