Blog Comment: BUS STOP WHORES reading surrounded by thirty old hens. Pardon me, I really shouldn't call them hens, several of the ladies were quite attractive, in fact attractive enough for me to be in this predicament. Mrs. Johnson, the hostess, originally inspired my situation as she bent over to place a cup of tea on the coffee table, leaving me to wander off in my mind.
She's an older lady, got to be mid-sixties, easily twenty years older than me, but damn, the supple curve of her ass just ignited my imagination. I pictured us alone in her living room, just like today, except we're both naked and I am sitting her, my cock erect, just like today. Ah, but when she bends, instead of simply admiring the hot ass of an aging woman, I reach out and take firm hold of it, pulling it to me as I lavish her soft buttocks with kisses.
