She worked in my favourite restaurant, and she was a lovely female; not very tall, strongly built, long blonde hair, a pretty large décolleté and a ...ery contagious smile!We always k**ded each other when I was there, and every now and then we met at local or regional events, concerts or parties. On one of those she tried to chat me up, but because she was obviously very drunk, I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation (yes sir, that’s me ....)On the occasion of one very loud and happy. Sally was a very pleasant woman and always with a kind word or two for me. I put her in her middle forties which was about ten years older than me. Over the three years we had lived next door I'd learned she had never married. From some of our talks it was obvious she wasn't still virgin but we never really got into any detail.I had liked Sally from the very beginning. She was pleasant and it seems she was never without a smile. When she smiled it was like a huge light sudden lit up dimming. "She's by the pool." She seemed nervous. "Daddy, I have a confession," What's wrong, Pumpkin?" I went over your limit. I spent about a hundred and twenty dollars." Heather, you know I was very specific," Harold told her, his pulse suddenly racing."I know, and I'm sorry." She walked past him and leaned over his desk, her ass inviting his attention. "I know what I've got coming."Harold approached her, his shorts tenting obscenely. "Yes, as much as I hate to do it, you need to be reminded to. I flicked through the box of memories I keep of Amber, stopping on the mental video clip of her pussy, shrouded only by plain white knickers. They weren’t my favourite knickers but they’d given the best ‘camel toe’, the shadows on the surface revealing clear details of Amber’s pussy. Mmmmmm… Amber’s pussy. I imagined running my fingers over the crotch of her knickers, perhaps making her gasp with pleasure. The thought made my orgasm more intense, which for the first time in my life was the.
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