I asked.Get that chocolate bar, babe.A few more moments pass and Ron finishes.The fur was matted with cunt-juice, and her cunt-lips were open, as if they were gasping for sex.I… I changed mature my passcode… I said lamely.Now you don't want me running outside, screaming granny and telling everyone that you tried to touch me inappropriately do you?The master bedroom had a king-size bed.Oh yeah?Its Joe’s nephew, Tom, I’m concerned about.I said, Yes.I could only concentrate on what was going on with that big salami.The floor is covered with rose petals, and the only illumination is from a dozen blonde lavender MILF scented candles strategically placed around the room.I put you down on the closed toilet and kneel in front of you. The court awarded blonde your ex-wife custody of your teenage son, who rarely calls you. You pay for his schooling. You pay your child support. Your attorney, while not a divorce attorney did a competent job, but you would have done better with a divorce/family court attorney. You really don’t drink, do drugs, or gamble. You donate money and on occasion your time to the SPCA, Children’s Hospital, and the Wounded Warrior project. You love dogs, but you lost your dog in the divorce. You have no tickets, no granny accidents, and no criminal record. You went back to college after your divorce and obtained your bachelor’s degree in American History, specifically the Civil War era. You have a small apartment by the airport and you mature married Jill just a MILF couple of weeks ago. Bob said with a slight grin.