The older Samantha was seventy when she died, but she certainly died happy…with me fucking her at the time. Her heart gave out but she had a smile o... her face throughout that final orgasm. I was fifty at the time and of course that led to my divorce. My wife couldn’t stand the thought that a woman as old as Samantha could satisfy me in bed better than her. The truth be known, my right hand could satisfy me better than my wife too.Anyway just the younger Samantha and I were at the reading of the. . ohhh Mama. I love you! I love your titties. I love your nipples! I’m masturbating.” I held cellphone so she could hear the rustle of the sheets as I stroked, the slick fapping sounds I made on my lubed-up dick.“Mmmmm” she sighed over her phone“That’s what you need, honey, you jerking to my voice. It’s so nice. Masturbate!“I’m pulling my bottoms down, sweety. … That’s what you do to me, you know.“Uh huh.” I lay back on the bed and fucked up into my hand.“I’m rubbing my pussy.” She said,. She changed in one of the stalls, stuffing her old clothes into the bag. She washed her face and quickly applied a little make-up.When she returned, Andre was waiting impatiently for her "Women! Why does it always have to take so long? Key!" She gave him the key to the last car. She stuffed the bag of old clothes in the old car, next to the incendiary device that would cause the gas tank to explode in a couple of hours and thus destroy the evidence."God, I've got such a hard on, Angela" cajoled. Dee didn't seem overly keen, but fell for our reassurances and tagged along. We got the tram up to Ten Katerstraat. It's about seven stops and was standing room only. Jamie pushed himself in behind Dee and Ben turned to face her, fake stumbling into her as the tram cornered and Jamie reached up to steady her, accidently on purpose grabbing her tits. She noticed that, but he let go immediately and apologised, and she gave him a nervous smile. As the tram emptied, she took a seat, making her.