I walked over to Wanda sitting on the couch and I reached out to the bottom of her neckline to grab a hold of her bra. My hand had a good hold of the ...aterial between her massive tits and then I lifted her up off from that couch. I pulled her out into the kitchen, bent her over the table, and then I slipped my hard cock right into her dripping pussy. She had done as I had told her too, she was in a tiny little skirt, she was not wearing any panties, and she had been masturbating for the last. Ashleigh came off her chair and knelt in front of Jack. She placed her hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. “Jack I want you to do with me as you wish. Love me as you would a wife. That is what I wish to be for you. I want to serve you.”The heat of her palms on his tense thighs caused Jack's already hard cock to twitch. His cock strained the confines of his slacks. Ashleigh eased her hands to Jack's belt buckle and began to undo it. Speechless, Jack watched as she released his. “I remember you said you found a love for pastrami,” she said. “I share that affliction. What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being nineteen and her in her seventies, but we did end up here having lived in the same corner of Louisiana.She continued, “We’ve become somewhat homogenized. The old regional lines have been crossed so many times ... I won’t even begin to approach Grandma Desai’s. To solve this problem she tied herselfwith a knotted rope. Yesterday she had taken a rope and fed it through ametal ring bolted to the celling. She took the looseends and tied 50 knots in them. A pair of handcuffswere fed through the loop created so that when shelocked the handcuffs around her wrists she would haveto untie all the knots before releasing herself withthe key that was on the floor.She had timed herself untie those 50 knots and she knewit would take longer for her to free.