Now we were old pals. We had so much in common, growing up a few blocks apart, and she wanted to have lunch. Sure, I said, why not? I wondered what sh... looked like at twenty-eight. Probably fat and faded, the mother of several brats, living in the 'burbs with dishpan hands and tired bouffant hair. She arrived at my apartment with a gourmet picnic basket. Shrimp on ice, duck pate, champagne, and she was more gorgeous than ever. She drove a Mercedes and although she had her longish dark hair in a. " I know, sir, and it's only proper that I should thank you for allowing her to be with me."That enchanted him and I left him when I spotted Sammy standing alone at the bar."Hi, beautiful, are you with anyone tonight?"Giggling at my Clark Gable impersonation, she answered coyly."Wha, sir, I'm with the most beautiful person in the whole of the south." Frankly, m'dear, I don't give a fuck." You don't give a damn," she giggled."Ok, but how did you know it wasn't Clark Gable?" Because you didn't. Finally Chelsea arrives, and we are ready to go. We first head to yogabecause apparently that is something every girl in L.A. seems to do. Ofcourse I'm not as limber as the other girls and I have more difficultywith some of the positions. After the class, we go to the locker room toshower and change. It takes all my effort not to give away my secret, asI stand naked in the shower with a room full of the hottest girlsimaginable. Fortunately the prosthetic I'm wearing is extremelyrealistic. He blasted stream after creamy stream of his foaming hot cum deep in Carol's pussy, moaning in his delight. Almost immediately, Carol followed with her own overpowering orgasm, wailing in complete sexual release. They tightly embraced each other as their collective orgasm coursed through their bodies, gradually slowing and subsiding. Moments later, Jim scrambled onto the couch, forcing his glistening cock toward Carol's mouth. "Clean it off, Carol," he directed and urged her to cleanse his.