It was prettylame. There was some woman standing at the desk chatting with thehippie-dippy girl and I thought for sure it wouldn't take long since sh...clearly wasn't buying anything. I tuned out and waited while whateverwas going on went on. But Chatty Cathy there wasn't going anywherefast. I was standing behind her but I could see her reflection in themirror and she was some old crone with a mole on her cheek and a waddle.But she was pretty damned tall. She was talking about, I kid you. "After about thirty seconds of fondling she began to lose patience and said, "Come on, what day was I born?"I said, "Yesterday."When you are over sixty-seven who gives a crap?I got caught taking a pee in the swimming pool today.The lifeguard shouted at me so loud, I nearly fell in.When you are over sixty-seven who gives a crap?I went to the pub last night and saw a fat chick dancing on a table. I said, "Good legs."The girl giggled and said, "Do you really think so."I said, "Definitely! Most. Then after french kissing I kissed on her neck and move my hands under her kameez, and started pressing her boobs, she was not wearing any bra at that time. Wao.It was feeling great, she was moaning loudly then I started pressing her pussy over her nighty, she closed her legs tightly but I couldn’t stop at that time, I separated her legs and sit in b/w her, she was saying no, don’t do it, but keeping in that position I again planted a kiss on her lips and gave her a long french kiss, during the. ’ He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and gave her an irritated look. ‘When did you get so damn pushy?’ ‘Right around the same time you got lazy,’ she said, literally pushing him into the large en suite bathroom. It took all of her concentration to ignore how incredibly firm the muscles beneath the warm skin on his back felt. She backed away as soon as his bare feet hit the tile floor. From inside the bathroom, Jason turned and peeked his head around the door. ‘You know what would help.