”“Hey, it’s no problem for me. If I hadn’t just cum a ton, I might have trouble not getting hard if you and I were naked in the bathroom, thou...h.”Loren laughed. “Maybe, maybe not. Remember, I’m just a sixty-four year old granny.” She winked at me.“Count on it, Loren, baby! I’m, a sixty-three year old guy with a thing for an older woman!”, I grinned.“Well, you’re my younger guy!”, she grinned back. “What time is it, anyhow?”I picked my watch up from the vanity, where I’d left it when I showered.. She stood up and took his hand. “Come with me now, I’m gonna let you have fun with me,” she ordered. She walked to the railings where they met the wall of an old boathouse. It was hidden in shadow but John could still clearly see them. She faced out over the river, dropped her underwear and leaned on the railings, raising one foot onto the bottom rail. She pulled her dress up over her perfectly curved hips and looked over her shoulder. “Touch my pussy Charlie. Then do what you want to it. I. Normally I would yell at them, but, I wearing a tank top and booty shorts was getting wet over this. I wasn't wearing a bra so my nipples wearing poking out of my tanktop. I just got so horny I couldnt take it, so I left. When I was in the parking lot one of the guys ran behind me and lifted my tank top to the bottom of my neck and ripped it off. He stared directly at my tits, amazed. I wear a 32 D cup. Then six of the seven other guys that I noticed in the stadium, walked into the parking lot.. Pam's pussy hairs were trimmed neatly. I just had to taste her. I got onto the bed and lowered my face. I used my tongue to lap up and down her wet gash."Please Brad, don't stop!"I had no intention of stopping. I pushed two of my fingers into her hole. That really set Pam off. She was moving her mound up and down as I worked my magic on her pussy. Pam was getting soaking wet now. I knew I couldn't wait much longer. I got to my knees. I took hold of my prick and brought it to her opening. I.