Oh my God! She exclaimed as she felt and examined just how much cum was on her body. That was so fucking hot! She said.I stood there in front of her, with my dick still hard, partially wiped out from cumming my brains out, and she leaned forward Granny Sex to lick some remaining drops of cum that were about to fall off of my cock. Exiting the stairwell, I saw him walking towards me wearing a tank top, gym shorts, and leather sandals. Reaching out to introduce myself in person, I firmly Granny Sex gripped his hand. Hey Man, I started, Name's Evan. Good to meet ya in person. Still teasing her with the cold beer can, I reached down her back and Granny Sex slowly pulled open the bowtie knot of her bikini top. The string fell loose and the fabric triangles slumped forward, her small tits held in place only by their youthful gravity defiance. Elysa was breathing heavily now, glaring at me with incredulous arousal. The letter started as she'd expected it too, telling any potential reader that she was an honest and polite English girl married to an important banker and she was to be treated with every respect and courtesy. So far the letter did what it was supposed too, explaining that she was a lady to be respected but it soon took a dark step.The letter went on to say that her husband had met her while she was working as a whore in a saloon servicing men of all creeds and colours!Although this was true it certainly was not the kind of thing you mentioned in polite society. All creeds and colour was also true but up in the north where she lived it did not carry the stigma that it so readily did down south.The letter went on in even more damning terms and said that should anything happen to her husband she would no doubt revert to being a whore and selling herself to any man regardless of his colour providing he had a penny in his pocket because that was Granny Sex what she was, a natural slut.Tracey was shocked, this was not a letter of introduction this was a letter which destroyed her character, thank God she had read it before showing it to anyone!Placing it carefully back in her bag she vowed to destroy it at the first opportunity and in the meantime she was certainly not going to be showing it to anyone! I was very sexually frustrated. I hoped my time with the boys would give Granny Sex me the release my body was craving.Of course the boys agreed, I never doubted it. John escorted me to the fort. When I Granny Sex stopped to catch my breath and compose myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of other text messages. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a back pocket of my jeans and left the Park.I buried the phone in one of my shoes in the back of my closet. I ignored it for the rest of the day and night.