"Oh yeah!" She replied as she started to dance a little harder and snap her fingers. "This is my era right here!" as Lionel Richie's "All Night Long... played over the loud speaker. She was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself, and I liked that. "You don't know nothin' bout that, girl", I replied. "She replied, "I'm a '69 baby". The year was 2012, so I quickly did the math - "You're not 43", I said in utter disbelief. "Yep." She replied proudly with her hands on her hips. "What are you. She looked fucking fab she might be 68 but her body is only 45, absolutley fucking horny as hell, she climbed in and i couldnt help but look at her pussy it was lovely grey hair with a bit of the old brunette in it , she cut it and trimmed it and looked after her self, her nipples were hard and her tits did droop a little but i love that nothing wrong with a gracious mature woman, she moved over to me and said would i like her to wash me and then i could do her, she started on my back and. She is an executive for the Feinberg Corporation, the biggest mechanical parts exporter in the Confederation of Canada. See? Nerd runs in my DNA.I just wish I could the beautiful Black ladies of the University of Montreal notice me. They only seem to notice the Black guys with White girlfriends. They complain about the lack of available Black men all day but never notice Black guys like me. As a big and tall Black guy in the city of Montreal, I'm well aware of my looks. I get stared at all day.. " Did ya see any scars on either man? Were their faces clean, or were they wearin' beards? Did ya see anythin' odd 'bout their hands?" Well, the short man had one of them pointy little beards what just covered the point of his chin. The tall man didn't have no beard, a-tall. Wait a minute, I did see sumpthin' else, the tall man had part, the top part, of his right ear missing, like it had been cut off in a knife fight. The short man had a finger on his left hand stickin' straight out, like he.