It was last summer... in August. My wife Laurence went on vacation for three weeks with her friend Muriel. Thailand is far away and there was no risk of her coming back unexpectedly. In any case, I suspected that she was going to make the most of her stay there. I had noted that she packed most of her provocative outfits in her suitcase: swimsuits, shorts, sundresses... And she was surely going to meet lots of young guys with very full balls... One, and even two sex tourists is an opportunity that should not be missed. In short, I felt quite gloomy, only busy watering the plants. And I decided to flirt, too... With my means, retired, gray hair, and a cock that has been less hard for some time. In short, I haunt café terraces, even if it means returning several days in a row to the same table.. Bingo!! I met a young woman, in my thirties, I who was looking more in the fifty-sex age group. Brunette, short hair, sunglasses, good thighs and heavy breasts, a beautiful plant, a few centimeters taller than me, very nature... She could be my daughter, I like her. She probably practiced a judo-style sport, athletic but in throwing. After a few days as table neighbors I asked her to come to my place, she accepted straight away. Her name is Vanessa, my name is Marc, and it's nice to come across this woman who knows what she wants. The next day I wait for him in my street, it's complicated to explain the way on the intercom. She arrives not too late, she carries a big bag with her. In light green fluorescent shorts and a black tank top, she doesn't go unnoticed, especially in the deserted streets of August. Plus we can see that his chest is free... We find the elevator, I'm on the 7th floor. Taller than me, she dominates me... We go inside, heading to the living room. And then: “Take off your glasses!! » It's very authoritarian, I'm surprised but I put them on the table. Immediately I receive a ...

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