"No!" said Sharon. "When I called her last week to say I couldn't come because of Louise, all she said was: 'Well don't bother to come again'."What?" ...e-es! Just like that!" Has she got children?" I don't know. She could have but she's in her sixties so they'll have all flown the nest." Married?" Widow, I guess. Probably drove him to an early grave. She'd never leave me in peace to get on with my work. Always critical. I don't think she ever said thankyou once."Dogs?" No, three cats!" Good! So. ‘Oh, I do, Jackie – especially hairy oldies like you. Sorry about being excited’‘Don’t apologise, I love it. ‘Well, would you love it even more if I played with it?’ ‘Oh yes please, I thought you would never ask.’Laying her down I began probing the thicket of hair with my fingers, revealing her protruding inner labia. I then grasped the hairs of her outer labia and pulled them wide apart, exposing the fleshy, glistening clit. “Oh!,” she cried quietly. I pushed to get her to spread her legs. Burnside..."When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's mother?" Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick who had been his classmate. But as he looked again at the dark-haired mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high. I jerked his cock and in no time he was blowing his load into the water below. This time, there was no glitches as every drop landed where I had intended. He was zipping up just as I was drying my washed off hands. I went back to the party and not only did I have enough money for the evenings alcohol, I now had enough for half my outfit that I had put on my credit card. When I had a chance, I told Maggie that I had given three more handjobs and she playfully smacked me in shame. We got home.