Suffice to say, Heather was bouncing and twisting on the bed by the time I had finished with her. Talk about firing the big one. It sort of just happened. She looked all of her eighteen years and not much more. Waiting for my big throbbing cock to slide up into it and open it wide. Her hands now caressing over both legs from my feet up to the firmness of my buttocks where they lingered for a moment as she bit her lip at each discovery. It was my job to make sure this fuck was a job done right and for the right reasons. Intended or not, I pulled her to me and just inhaled the scent of her as she gasped out loud and gripped my hair tighter. I glanced over to the bedside table and thanked God I had a pack of condoms left from last time.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my left thigh. The woman was pushing seventy and had owned the cafe that sat on the corner of my block for more years than I could count. She reached out her hand feeling for the edge of the sofa and carefully made her way to the hall, “I’m glad we had this talk. She was wearing a pair of hip cut flowery panties that snuggled
