It had been a long time since she'd been out with a man, and she felt like a young kid again as she dressed. She showered and perfumed her lush body b...fore putting on a low-cut dress. She purposely didn't wear a bra or panties, choosing to let her big tits jiggle freely beneath the sheer material. She knew her nipples would soon be stiff from rubbing against the fabric of her dress and that her pussy juices would probably run down her thighs, but she didn't care. She was just finishing her. Your body just looks amazing.” “Really? Well thanks, I do what I can,” she pretended to brag. “No, really though, that’s seriously flattering. A sexy ass girl telling me she was fantasizing about me… that’s hot.” “Yeah… I’m so not sexy though! Cute, maybe, but sexy? Most definitely not.” I was convinced I was right. She was the tall, dark, sultry one. Curves galore and a sexy body. I’m slim and tiny at just 5’1”. My red hair complements my pale skin, and I have a small but toned body. “Petite”. Hearing Morgan’s name again brings it to mind.” Luc brought up the file. “Ah, here! A whisper that someone has been looking for disabled mercenaries. Unusual, because a mercenary who has lost a limb or one of his senses typically only finds work again by establishing a reputation for being exceptionally skilled enough to compensate. A general call, though, would pull the ones who got left in the dust out of retirement.”“Allow me to guess. Seeking deaf mercenaries. Like Morgan.”“Indeed. But. I felt like a teenager again as I got up and then moved to my knees in front of him. When I pulled his underwear down to free his cock, his soft meat looked even bigger to me than in high school, and his thick, kinky pubic hair was now almost totally grey. His strong, mucky aroma was enhanced from working all day in the heat, and I leaned down to take his oozing cock into my mouth. He hardened almost immediately, and I was impressed that he could get so hard so quickly at his age. Shelia was.