Lost car

Violet, so sorry I’m late! I borrowed my son’s truck today as my car is at the fix-a-dent shop. Leaving the grocery store, I could not find my car. A man about 20 years younger asked if he could help, when I realized I was in my son’s truck! I got out of his car, when I asked him, “do you like them?” He reddened, nodded yes. “We’ll, I see you’re married and that lump in your pants…let me treat you to a drink at that motel 2 blocks over.” An hour later, here I am, fresh-fucked by some young strange.

Published by 123ernie

Divorced 60 yo woman.

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