Just as the rough skin of her elbow approached the reddened ring, there came a knock at the door. "Come in!" Malice lay heavy in Clare's sing-song ton.... "Noooo...!" Kim hissed in protest, but it was too late. The door swung open to reveal Lard-U-Like's Head of Accounts, Sandra. "Woah!" Sandra was a dumpy blonde woman in her early fifties. She was shorter than Clare, but carried much more weight, the fat hanging off her arms and legs in great sacks. She stared for a moment at Kim impaled on her. ”“An added feature?” he asked.“I think so,” she giggled. “All these movies are clothing optional for the audience. I’ve already opted for lying here in my bed naked with the laptop next to me, but you can do what you want.”“This would work better if we were both on cell phones so we could put the phones on speaker. Can you arrange that?” he asked.“Of course,” she said. “You hurry up and make your clothing choice and I’ll call you right back on your cell phone.” She hung up before he could. The ramifications of what anything would mean tomorrow felt like an eternity away and the inebriated devil on my shoulder was whispering dirty thoughts to me.“Look at those massive tits with those juicy nipples,” he was saying. “Look at that small frame, that narrow waist and that cute bottom dancing around your living room. You deserve to have that. Jo can’t offer you that and no woman has offered you all of that. Okay, some women may have had a part of what she had here and another part of. I am 23, good looking(I am not boasting I am really good looking) and average built. My love for older women started when I was 18 yr old when I watched Tamil blue film. But i had no guts to talk to women. One day I was feeling bored at home & tot to take a evening walk to a park nearby. I watched all the good looking babes and older women for an hour and tot of returning back home.On my way back home I found very pretty women and instantly got attracted to her but I had no guts to talk to her.