Damn it, judging by how soaked my hand feels — the one pressed against her inner thigh — that story she just told me about her and her father must still excite her deeply, even though it's forty years old. I wonder if one day, when Veronica is far too old to do certain things, I'll get this aroused thinking back on our fucks together.
Anyway, I'm just as worked up — my cock is vibrating with impatience, still held tight between Mrs. Lunsford's fingers. It's clear that neither of us can wait to fuck, and it's only a matter of moments before desire takes over and we finally move from words to action.
I spread open her heavy coat, grab her by the hips, and push her back against a lamppost. Then I immediately throw myself at her, rubbing my erection through our clothes against her pussy, so soaked it has even stained her dress.
