"What perfume are you wearing?" he asked; "D&G Light Blue" she replied. " It's very nice" thinking as soon as he said it that that did seem a bit lam.... "Not sexy?" she laughed.... "Oh yes, but didn't want to be too forward and sound like a dirty old man". "Oh I like dirty old men, in fact, I love them and dirtier the better". Matt didn't know what to say but could feel himself going bright red. "Hey that's cute for an old guy and I like that you get embarrassed easily, I can have some. He shot him in the chest," Michelle once again started to cry with the memory of it. "That son of a bitch shot him." She cried miserably into her hands. The children gathered around her put their arms around her until she calmed down some. Randy appeared with a nurse at his side. "Mrs. Shipley?" Yes?" she lifted her head to acknowledge the inquiry. Randy smiled. "I thought you might feel better if you could get out of those clothes and cleaned up a bit. Joann here says there is a shower you can. I?m told my portfolio is doing very well, whatever that means. My terms & conditions, remain beautiful & available. Oh & the elocution lessons. What choice did I have? In the tedious 2030?s. Work in an office towards a mortgage & boredom. Or a life of great sex, & indulgence with the rich & famous. I must confess to a little apprehension at first expecting sweaty middle aged men & overweight dykes. However in this day & age of healthy living & plastic surgery, anybody who is anybody is healthy. My cunt started to burn and I was terrified I would wee myself, eventually he drove his fingers harder into me with renewed energy and my orgasm burst through me. My tummy clenched and my legs juddered as the glorious sensations wracked through me.My arm ached beyond words but the sensation of her cunt muscles clutching at my fingers as she broke over into a massive orgasm was so worth it. Her juices pooled into the palm of my hand and overflowed onto my thigh as I held my fingers tight into.