I helped her up."My name is Henk, Can you ride your bike home?" Yes." She limped. I took pity on her. "How far do you live?" Few blocks away," she poi...ted to the direction of my house."You shouldn't try to bike with your bad foot. Let me walk with you back." Thanks, Henk." We walked pushing our bikes. In the 10 minute walk I got to hear her story. Never married, lost her boyfriend to a terminal disease, 2 out of wedlock daυghters, 6 grandchιldren. 6 months no sex. She got to hear my story. 35. "She looked surprised and said no. (What? I thought for sure she had wanted me to at least get my hair trimmed.) She then said, "We are going to my salon. I do not frequent barbershops." (She said this while she laughed.)OH FRIPSY!!! A SALON! I asked her if this was the same as a beauty shop and she laughed again and said no, it was more complete in the services offered. She then added, "Gentlemen often go there as well."I asked, "Why would a man go to a salon?"She chuckled and only said,. She had one of those delightfully creamy pussies that dribbled its white tang down my shaft and left its curds nestled in my (and her) pubic hair. With no condom on and Kim riding me like a champ I have to admit I did not last long. Five minutes into it I have no choice but to announce, ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I pull out and have a great mid-afternoon spurt on her strawberry blond bush. Kim cleaned my semen off her with some night table Kleenex as best she could. We both redressed and rejoined the. Her face was also very, very pretty. She was Big & Sexy!This day, (deciding that rubbing my neck was no substitute to..) rubbing my prick, dreaming of long-ago sex – honestly, a nice dog in our street had begun entering my thoughts about how to get some sex – actually still does enter my thoughts! –these thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Thankkam burst in to the bathroom (I thought she was asleep still), exclaiming on seeing me “Sorry son, must go to the toilet very fast! Sorry!!” as she.