Stevenson "Steve" Edmond has come a long way since his not-quite halcyon days at Carleton University. He is now a contractor for the Canadian government in Ottawa. He didn't have many fond memories of his alma mater, with its rigid administrators, uptight security force and weird students. The vast and deceptively quaint-looking campus and those who run it really need to loosen up as far as Stevenson was concerned. Caroline Grabelle was one of Stevenson's few good memories of his time spent in university. The fast-talking, feisty and curvaceous French Canadian dame could be said to be the gift that keeps on giving...
"Whatever you do to me, I will do to you," Caroline Grabelle said, and the silver-haired, plump and matronly dame flashed her lover Stevenson Edmond a wan smile. They were in bed, recuperating after some stupendous erotic acrobatics. Stevenson looked at Caroline, the mysterious French Canadian gal whom he met a long time ago at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She'd mystified him with her ways ever since he was a freshman, and now, years after his graduation, they still kept in touch.
On the surface, Caroline Grabelle and Stevenson Edmond couldn't be more different. Indeed, they literally hail from different parts of the world. Still, they do have a lot in common, including a fondness for literature and academia, and kinky sex, of course. There is much that a man in his late twenties/early thirties can learn from a robust woman in her early sixties. Experience is something which most human beings can benefit from, come to think of it...
"Carol, I'm all about equality," Steve said, and the tall and burly, dark-skinned brother, originally from the island of Haiti, returned Caroline's smile. They lay in bed together, in the basement of Caroline's Glebe townhouse. At the age of sixty, Caroline possessed the kind of stamina that female Olympic athletes would envy. The gal was quite simply indefatigable and Stevenson could not get enough of her. Older women are pure fire, Stevenson thought as Caroline caressed his chest hairs.
"That's what they all say," Caroline said, and without another word, she grabbed Stevenson's long and thick, dark dick and resumed stroking him. Stevenson held his breath as Caroline leaned over and took him into her mouth. Stevenson had been with a lot of ladies in his day and none of them could hold a candle to Caroline in the oral sex department. Indeed, the French Canadian mature gal could put porn stars to shame...
"Hot damn," Stevenson groaned as Caroline's lovely head bobbed up and down while fellating him. Stevenson looked at the ceiling, feeling perfectly relaxed as Caroline pleasured him. Months ago, Stevenson had been seeing a fine-looking Haitian gal named Esther who seemed awesome at first but turned out to be a flake. At the age of forty five, Esther was as unreliable and as unpredictable as the twenty-something women whom Stevenson typically dated. Moving on from Esther, Stevenson resumed his affair with Caroline.
"Give me that sweet juice," Esther paused to say, and she flicked her tongue over Stevenson dick head, a move that the old lady knew was guaranteed to drive him wild. Just as Caroline predicted, Stevenson moaned deeply and shuddered violently. Laughing, Esther tugged on Stevenson dick and sucked him until he cried out as he came. Stevenson bellowed like a madman and that's when he erupted like a volcano, blasting his cum all over Esther's lovely face...
