"I'm still learning and adapting, young man. I am not some old woman set in her ways!" Sure, Mom," I said dubiously."I am having pepperoni rolls and a...Fat Tire for my afternoon snack," she informed me."Seriously?" I asked, apropos of nothing."I found I liked the beer when I visited you," she said. "However it does not go well with cheese and crackers. It does go splendidly with pepperoni rolls." I thought you were just jerking my chain because I told you how much I missed them," I admitted. Of. Dawn said “I love to dance!! And I lied when I said “so do I”. Well off to the Revolution Bar, in the dim light of the bar you could not tell we were twenty five apart. I said what the heck, the band struck my “Michele” and I decided to make my move, maybe I would get lucky. Dawn and I danced to the slow romantic melody and I drew her close to me, her thighs touched my thighs, her breasts were firmly pressed against my chest and my hand wandered down from her waist to grasp he firm small ass.. She did as I said. She has switched offed all the lights inside the house too. Once I entered her houseM:hello evide arum ille?(hello is there anyone home)S:mindathe kayari vada(shut up & come inside)She closed the main door after me entering, I can see her smiling @ me though it was dark. Suddenly she switched on the lights, she was wearing a nighty with no undergarments. I asked her to come close & I hugged her & she started to move away from me cause my jurken was fully wet but I hugged her. Frosted at the base with snow-white pubes, thick veins roped around and around the shaft that jutted up, ending in a dark brown helmet, smeared and glistening with pre-cum. The other hand glided her fingertips down the underside of the shaft, making Mr Bishal moan. That hand found the sagging ball sack, almost hidden in a mass of gray wiry hair as well, hot to her touch with each bloated orb heavily laden with saved-up cum. Focusing her gaze past the pulsing dick in her hands, Sister Mary.