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the old lady seated behind the desk clapped, peering at us from her large oval glasses. “Thank you, ma’am,” we chorused and set down our bags. “It's pretty hard to find girls of your age agreeing to come to places like this for their projects; some of them pay huge amounts of money to have their assigned locations changed,” the old lady muttered, making us wonder why no one liked to come here. “Why?” Kayla who is so inquisitive about everything asked. The woman raised her head from the piles of files before her and ran her large eyes over Kayla before twitching her lips into a sardonic smile.

Confided another dressed in a boldly embroidered dress depicting mustard seed flowers. “Ladies! Ladies!” Shouted an older woman. Her hair was streaks of gray, white, and silver. She wore a simple beige dress showing her ample hips. “Ladies, your attention, please.” The chatter slowly died down. All eyes on the older woman anticipating her instruction.

It was like filling the quota for the whole year. Now don’t get me wrong. I was grateful to every person coming here to congratulate me, but I was a little overwhelmed. This session could have been divided into sections, no? "Welcome to the family, Luna Avyanna. We hope you can look after us as our mother," One of the old ladies said, and I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep myself from laughing out loud. The old lady was probably 80-90 years old, and she expected me to act as a mother. Why don't you act like my grandmother? I sighed, and Erryn glared at me in my mind.

They did this in order to bring us the maximum comfort through out the remaining five weeks of the trial and I'm so ready for it. The gates automatically opens and we waste no time before walking in and moving to the centre of the estate. Upon entering I sight a grey-haired, middle-aged woman approaching us, wearing a black trousers and white top. Beside her are four other women and three men, all looking to be in their mid-twenties, making her the oldest, probably the superior here. She smiles as she gets over to us and speaks. “Good day everyone, I am Lolita.” “Good day, Lolita.” We echo in unison, just like we had done on the bus.

I remained standing there. Completely confused. After several seconds, I slowly turned toward Mara. “What exactly does old lady mean?” I had heard that strange guy at the tool store say it before. Mara leaned against the counter casually. “Oh.” She smiled knowingly. “In biker clubs, old lady is basically the title given to women married to club presidents or high-ranking members.” I blinked. “What?” She nodded.“Wives. Serious girlfriends. Women claimed by important men in the club.” I stared blankly at her.

I'm smiling, but it looks like I've done it again. "Is that what this is about?" she clamors, pulling back from the table, her tits bouncing as she fumes. "You got the taste of an older woman who needed your attention to make her feel young and now you're out to offer your services to other despondent older women? Well, mister, this is one older woman who doesn't need your mercy fuck!" She's starting to stand up again.

The old woman added as she pointed her finger on my lower trunk following it up with a laughter. The woman looked like she's already on her late 60's or possibly early 70's and she seemed like she grew up in a Christian neighborhood, but to hear her say that kind of innuendo made me cringe in the most uncomfortable yet funny way. I just laughed awkwardly in response as the lady continued to talk. "If I wasn't this old and crinkly, I would be down for that." "Uhm. What?!" I spat and quickly looked around to see my co-workers hiding their own laughter. I couldn't even think of something respectful in response to this horny old lady.

But she caught me watching the tape, it had lit her fire and we had been fucking ever since. I should have known we were in trouble the night she asked me if I had two or three friends who might be interested in having some fun with an older woman. Ha! Half the guys I knew would be interested in having fun with any woman, let alone a sexy older one. We both knew which "older woman" she was referring to and I suppose that I should have known that she wanted more than one cock to play with after watching her gangbang. I wasn't too keen on sharing her with anyone, but I did know that it was in my best interests to keep her happy. After all, how many eighteen-year-olds have a live in supply of u

“What if I get lucky?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fuck. Toshiro will always be Toshiro. “Alright. But be careful where you put your dick. I don’t want you catching some disease” He snorted. “Like that can ever happen. I’m extremely careful” “Whatever. What do you see in older women anyway?” “They are more experienced” he replied. “Besides, they’re not clingy like high school or college girls. Most of them are either lonely or frustrated because their husbands don’t satisfy them and some just want a handsome guy to warm their bed”