“Doing it for a dare.” I said. “Oh, right then.” The old man said.I made it to the coke machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was pu...ting the money in, the lift door opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room. I decided to explore a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.I came to a set of. At the time I never found older women attractive, mostly because I never looked at them in that way. Nanna wasn’t an attractive woman by my standards. She was heavyset with gray hair although she had a noticeably big ass and tits to match. She had to be in her late 50’s or early 60’s. She was wearing gray sweatpants and a baggy t shirt like she usually did. And while I must admit I always wondered how big her tits were I don’t think I ever actually wanted to see them. She then confessed that. I think he likes it the way it is. He can screw his bimbos and has an excuse not to make a commitment.”“You should beat him to the punch,” Brad said. “Catch him off-guard.”“Yeah, I know, and I will, maybe after the first of the year. Lawyers don’t work much over the holidays and I’ll be busy as hell at the store.”Another pause as they each took a sip and placed their drinks on the table.Brad cleared his throat. “Do you think about your baby?” “Every single day,” she crackled. She hesitated, in. I melted underneath the passion and lust behind his lips. I wanted him. I jumped into him, my hands searching his body, getting to know it. To feel the muscles under the taut, russet skin of his. I felt the muscles under his abdomen, clearly professing power. His hand reached up to caress my cheek, holding it as if it were a very delicate flower. He ran his fingers through my hair, dropping down to my back. His hand slowly slid down my back, unzipping my skirt, and entering my thong. He gently.