Temporarily, I skipped past her pussy (trust me, it was a monumental effort). … best lady I know, without a doubt. No, I wasn’t expecting the fresh firmness of a teenager, either. “Okay, to what do I owe this unexpected visit? “I was beginning to wonder how long you were going to make me stand out here. Yes, I had wanted Jo’s little body, in every imaginable way, since the first day we all worked together in the store. I’m surprised you have a bush down here,” I rubbed her pussy mound, “I kinda figured Jack as wanting a smoothie; but I like it like this. I’m surprised you have a bush down here,” I rubbed her pussy mound, “I kinda figured Jack as wanting a smoothie; but I like it like this. You do realize it’s only nine degrees and this wind is pretty hard on an old woman.”
I have to tell you that Jo is hardly an old woman.
