When he finally put the phone back in his pocket, I asked, “What the Hell do you think you’re doing, sleeping with TEENAGERS at over sixty! Titianna’s name really fits, too, since she’s slender with D cups. Big cock I grumbled to myself, “Two of them! How about champagne breakfast, to celebrate?”
“Sure!” I noticed a slight haze forming in the hall, and the odor of her menthol cigarette. When he finally put the phone back in his pocket, I asked, “What the Hell do you think you’re doing, sleeping with TEENAGERS at over sixty! –
CAUTION: If you don’t like smoking or incest, please read something else. Disgraceful!”
“Their mother was a prostitute. You want go out for breakfast?” Her English was quite good but had a strong accent, I thought maybe Czech or Romanian. Her only apparel was a white G-string! I started my laptop and looked up dementia and Alzheimer’s. A gorgeous bleach-blonde took one of the
