However, something had happened that morning to make her unsure and she thought he might even be one of the assholes. Meeting a good man was importan... to Carol because she was a single mother of two daughters, aged ten and five. Her husband had deserted her shortly after the birth of the second and life had been a struggle since then. She was barely able to get by on the minimum wages she was paid, the small amount of tips she received and the leftover food she was allowed to take home at the. “Yeah …. Well no, actually. At my age, an eighteen-year-old is too much trouble; too much drama.”She thought about that for a minute. “So how old are you, then, Mr. Simpson? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”“Sixty-two,” I admitted, still liking that she was calling me “Mister”.“Perfect,” she muttered.“What?”“Um, you don’t look sixty-two.” Which is true, not to brag or anything. But I wasn’t convinced that she was complimenting me. It sounded more like a diversionary tactic.“So how old are. I think I know what it is, but before I have a chance to fully think about it, that cocky grin returns. It starts to annoy me. I decide that payback is due. I push on his shoulder, hard, and catch him off-guard. He tumbles to his back. I straddle his waist, fully aware that my juices are flowing all over his sexy abs. I brace myself on my hands to the sides of his head and lean down. I kiss him hard, using gravity to my advantage. I writhe over his body. He groans and grasps my hips. He pushes. My hand worked its way down her front to the waistband of her tights. This time I slid my hand inside as I kept going south. I worked her tights down her beautiful body as she was sliding my dick in and out of her crotch with nothing but the thin tights between us. It was an amazing feeling. The friction of the smooth nylon plus her fluids was threatening to send me over the edge for the 10th time today (15th, 20th, I dont know, I lost count in the movie theatre). But this time I was closer to.