She wore a green silky dress, and her hair was an auburn color, full around her face and down to her shoulders. She was full-figured, but not fat, obv...ously a mature woman, but one who had plenty of life left in her. I drank down my first beer and signaled to the cute young waitress for another, then nursed the second one while I soaked in the friendly ambience of the place and listened to the jokes and stories I could pick up from the tables around me.I must have been on my third or fourth. Fuck me now to bola abhi nhi meri bitch or muje sidha kar k mere muh mai fir se apna lund dal diya main jor jor se choos rahi thi fir usne meri tange uthayi or meri choot mai lund dal diyaMai dard k mara pagl ho rahi thi bol rhi thi k dheere motherchoodddd..ahhh aaa…pr bola randi chup kar or muje jaor se chodta raha lekin fir dard kam huya muje b acha lagne lga fir usne apna pani bich he chod diya or mere upper he let geya mai uthi or uska lund chusne lgi lund fir se khada ho geya to raja bola. ..uhn..make me feel how much you wanted me! Huhn! You are so fucking hard. So...uhn...hard inside me!”He bucked against me like a bull. His cock thrust upwards to glide along my slick inner flesh. I held on, rocking on his staff until I finally lost balance and bent over his chest. We clutched each other and kissed wildly and filled the room with our dry gasps for air. I loved kissing and his soft lips against mine felt perfect which drew a loud sigh from my mouth.With no sign of our intensity. "Good God, at fifty a man should have twenty years of married life behind him and a son or two to prove it. And certainly every official in Canada knows and claims friendship with the Minister of Government, Rafael Girarde, eh?"She had laughed lightly. "You put it all so nicely, Inspector Forrest. Tell me... do I look like one of those girls?" Heaven forbid! You've misunderstood my luncheon invitation," he had said, his square handsome face assuming an embarrassed, if, awed expression. "How can.