Family business thrives post aging boff.

Family business, after licking the older pussy I fucked them both

Family Business Thrives Post Old Nooner

Y’all better buckle up, ’cause this here story’s about to take ya on a driven ride. Now, I ain’t one to judge, but I’ve always had a thing for them aged ladies. They got a certain wisdom and confidence that just sizzles my beans. So when the opportunity presented itself to rub elbows with a family that was known for their, uh, “mature” assets, I couldn’t resist.

Now, this family had a business that was booming, and I ain’t talking about their garden. No, sir. I’m talkin’ ’bout their bakery. And let me tell ya, those ladies could whip up some sumptuous pastries that were as delectable as they were experienced. But what really caught my eye was Ma’am Miller, the matriarch of the family.

Ma’am Miller and Her Aged Delights

Ma’am Miller was a sight for sore eyes. She was a tall, regal miss with a head of silver hair that shimmered like moonlight. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown that seemed to relate right through ya, and her smile could light up a room even on the cloudiest of days. But it wasn’t just her looks that got my attention. It was the way she carried herself, the way she commanded respect, and the way she owned that bakery like it was her personal kingdom.

One day, I mustered up the courage to ask Ma’am Miller if I could sample her famous pecan pie. She smiled that smile and said, “Of course, honey. Just espy your fingers.” As she handed me the pie, I couldn’t help but notice the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly. I suppose I wasn’t the only one who appreciated her maturity.

The Family Gathering

It wasn’t long before I was invited to a family gathering at the Miller house. I was nervous, but ardent. I knew I was in for a gift, and I wasn’t disappointed. The Miller women were as delicious as their pies. They were laughter and shag and desire, and they made me feel like I was the only man in the room.

The night was filled with laughter and stories, and I found myself drawn to Ma’am Miller. We chatted and laughed, and before I knew it, the night had turned into early morning. And let me tell ya, that goddess had a way of making a man feel alive.

The Date

As the night wound down, I found myself sitting next to Ma’am Miller. We were both tired, but there was an energy between us that couldn’t be ignored. I looked into her eyes and saw a excitation that mirrored my own. And before I knew it, we were lost in each other’s arms.

Ma’am Miller was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. She was experienced and ardent, and she made me feel like I was the only man in the world. And let me tell ya, that older pussy was out of this world. It was tight and wet and oh so delicious.

The Result

In the days that followed, the family business thrived like never before. The Miller women’s maturity and experience seemed to infuse their pastries with a newfound zest, and customers couldn’t catch enough. And as for me, well, I was a regular at the bakery, just so I could show a glimpse of Ma’am Miller’s smile.

So there ya have it. A little tale of bang, fever, and old pussy. I hope ya enjoyed it as much as I did. But relive, this here story is for adults only, so keep it between us, okay? Now, go on and indulge in one of those delicious Miller pastries. You won’t regret it.