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Forever Stuck In The 60's

Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Mature, Plumper, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 94.9, Source: sexstories.com

would not describe what was under Peggy's panties when she wore them, because her wild untrimmed bush was too widespread to be contained even when she did have a pair on with the dense pubic growth ranging high, low and wide. How did the plumber know all this? That was simple. Peggy had showed it to him. All of herself without hesitation or shame, and after he got done with whatever bogus repair needed doing at the Pierce place this day he would probably see it Peggy again in all her natural glory. Since business wasn't all the great lately, that was fine with Mac but he knew that even if he had a lot of jobs lined up he would always find time for Peggy so they could practice the kamasutra. ---> Download book here! goo.gl/bAcIJW *** "Hi Peggy," Mac said as he lugged his tool box up the steps and into the simple cabin at the top of the hill. "Which one is it this time?" "Hey Mac honey. The bathroom sink. Started dripping a couple of days ago," Peggy explained. "The Fillmore East," Mac said as he looked at the logo on the tan shirt as well as the pendulous breasts that hung free underneath the baggy top. "You ever go there?" Peggy asked and then corrected herself. "Hell, what I am I thinking? You're too young to know that place. I went just once just before they closed. The New Riders of the Purple Sage opened for the Grateful Dead. You ever hear of them?" "Of course I have and that's the Dead you're playing now isn't it?" Mac said as he cocked his ear to the sounds of ... "Uncle John's Band" roaring from the other room. "It is!" Peggy chirped happily. "Mac, I swear you were born too late." "I've heard that before," his burly plumber agreed as he swiveled the broad shoulders of his 6'1" 220 pound frame to get into the bathroom's narrow doorway along with his tools. "Too bad you weren't my age and I didn't know you back then. We could have had a heck of a time you and me, or at least that's the way I figure it," Peggy said as she stood in the doorway. "That too loud for you?" "No, it's fine. What's that you always say? If it's too loud..." "You're too old!" Peggy finished for him, and as she put her hands on the top molding of the doorway she asked, "Get you something to drink? Coffee, tea or me? Water maybe?" "No, I'm good," Mac replied as he watched the aging woman flaunt her sexuality rather blatantly since her t-shirt and her pose showcased her massive hangers along with the wild sprays of burnt orange hair under her arms, and while he didn't have to look he always did. "As long I have my tools I'm good." "A man without his tool is pretty worthless," Peggy cackled. "You mind listening to the Dead? I can put on something else. Santana maybe? What's the best music to do your thing by?" "No, it's fine. Just about everything you play is fine just as long as you don't put that sitar music on again," Mac joked as he crawled under the sink. "Ravi Shankar? He's an acquired taste I guess, I'll grant you that," Peggy replied. "Like me." Mac joined in her ...