Older than 70 is impressive, I'm gonna go for 72. She's a bit alright for 70+ mind, not sure what the **** you've been doing looking for slags on their death beds... you one of them 'phantom toy boys' are ya? Muscle in on their worldly possessions and take the grand kids inheritance?
She's 73 mate. Obviously got plenty of wedge, judging how much she's spent on botox. http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/lifestyle/fashion-beauty/sexy-73-widow-who-wows-4113395 http://www.secretsurgery.co.uk/blog/
Derbyshire is not that far from me, I'm gonna find her on facebook and tell the mrs I'm off out doing some work for Age Concern.
Have it!!!! Derbyshire isn't that far from me either. Looks like it is a race between Terry and myself
Feedback from last night... She started off looking a bit tasty in her negligee when she answered the door to me, she offered me a cup of tea which I though was inappropriate but she insisted. She was bending over into one of the bottom cupboards to get a cup and she let out a bit of a nasty concoction from her fart pipe, it put me off the brew but I thought I'd soldier on with giving her a rogering. She sat down at the table with me, stroking my leg with the inside of her foot which I had now noticed was riddled with crusty old verrucas, I thought it would probably be best for her to leave the stockings on. She finished her roll-up and took me by the hand and led me up the stairs... another opportunity for her to show me her best skunk impression, this time right in my face as I followed her up the stairs. I was beginning to regret the whole thing already until she dropped her lingerie on the floor, everything seemed to stay in place and she'd lit a lavender candle so I could no longer sniff her mushroom omelette farts. She wanted to get straight to business, no foreplay which suited me as I was worried what else I'd find, so she lubed me up and it was straight down to business... well... when I say business... it was more like throwing a meal worm through a wind sock. With every thrust came an echo, a bit like knocking a hammer on a cave wall... I could tell she could barely feel anything and it became very awkward, very quickly. I decided to try and stick my knee in there to give her a bit of pleasure and to my surprise, she took the lot, all the way up to the abductor. She managed to climax just as I thought I was at the point of no return, I was convinced I was never coming back out of her, she'd consumed both legs like a python was feeding on me, then she spat me out. Needless to say I've just been to vodafone for a new sim card and I'll not be going back to see her.
Nice one Terry, had me laughing my cap off, everyone in the office was looking at me.............a bit difficult to explain especially to the ladies AND in Norwegian!!!