Late yesterday morning, I dropped off my car in Nice for its annual overhaul. When I took it back at noon, I thought I could make a little detour to Mont-Boron, a superb hill that dominates the city of Nice... In anticipation of this escapade, I had swiped the color lipstick my wife's whore red. I wore her mother's underwear because her mother's lingerie is much more alluring than my wife's, which is far too traditional, nylon stockings and fishnets, garter belts, sexy transparent babydoll, etc...I parked in the small car park just before the end of the Chemin du Fort climb to dress up in my slutty attire, then I took a few pictures. Unusual fact to mention it, it didn't take 5 minutes before I was noticed by a retired walker who brushed my car on the way up the road, I quickly noticed in my mirrors that he was prowling... Of course , he saw that I was dressed as a whore, made up, fishnet stockings, black dress, sunglasses and ribbon in my hair. He then offered to take me to the nearby thickets and introduce me to 2 of his friends... I said banco!I went out like that as a whore after checking that there was no car on the way in the distance, a bet thatHe introduced me to his first friend, a pensioner with a good cock. He still had rancid semen around his glans from a previous ejaculation. His tout simply grabbed my head by the hair and forced me to clean his dirty cock. I liked the slightly sweet taste of his rotten jute. His package smelled of urine but his henchman's hand pressed my nose against his crotch insulting me... I made him a cock ring with my fingers, his cock was very hard. His henchman slapped my ass calling me a slut...In my comings and goings I did not see that a 3rd had approached. I realized this when I saw another pair of legs appear and a triangle had just formed around me wi ...

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