I ran to the bank to cash my paycheck (i'm a Wal-mart greeter) Sweet, $175, I have enough to go to Waffle House After and maybe take her with if she wants.
This really is my lucky day!

now i have to get ready

And her phone was busy!  “Oh Shit!” I exclaimed and suddenly noticed that I said it a bit loud because everyone in the coffee shop stopped and stared at me as if I had farted out loud.  I decided to nervously retreat and while slipping out I hurriedly redialed her number.  Still busy, and still busy as I redialed franticly over and over.  I had to get through.  Suddenly it rang and the moment I heard her pickup, I blurted out, “ I have always loved you and I see your in town, how do I make a date with you and is 150 correct??”

A voice answers, in a very deep, raspy, menacing tone, “Who the hell is this?”?
 
“Wrong number: I quickly said and dropping to my knees on the sidewalk I quickly open my laptop, wishing that I had web browsing on my hobby phone.  I must have mistyped the wrong number into my phone in my hurry.  The computer agonizingly took its time booting up, as I coxed it on to work a bit faster.  

A lady passing by, showing concern for the groveling man, stopped and asked “are you alright sir?”  

I look up and replied “Yes I am, just looking up a phone number”.  

“Do you need any help? Maybe you could go into the coffee shop and sit at a table” she enquired.

"Oh I am fine will only take a moment" as I noticed my computer was now booted and web enabled but I felt like bringing up TER ads would not be appropriate while she was staring at my screen on the ground.  

"Are you sure?  Isn’t the sidewalk hot?"  She replied looking concerned

"I am fine maam and I will only be a moment, thank you so much." I said as I imagined placing a skateboard under her feet and pushing her down the sidewalk.

As she walked away looking back at me questionly I found the ad and hurriedly redialed the number.

Her mind is visualizing Vanessa of the 70's...Not the Vanessa of 2012....

This time there was a sexy voice on the other end.  I explained that I had been wanting to see her for a very long time.  She then start to explain that she is booked and doesn't know if she can fit me in.  At that moment my heart sank, I just knew that I was a shoe in and I would finally get to meet the woman of my dreams.  Not paying attention to the surrounds I sat back down on the sidewalk.  That same lady walked back by and looked at me with concerning eyes.  Not knowing what to say, I figure she wouldn't believe me any how.  I told her that the hooker of my dreams was in town but I wasn't going to be able to see her because she is all booked up.  The lady's mouth just about hit the sidewalk.  She then said "sir, if you do not want help from people there is no reason to be rude and make up outlandish stories like that just to get people to leave you along."  She turned and walked away in disgust.

Not realizing I was still on the phone with my favorite porn start, I finally heard her talking in the background.  She was laughing when I finally started talking again.  She said after hearing a story like that I have to meet you.  How does one o'clock sound?  I say sure before looking at my watch and seeing that I have 20 minutes to get across town in traffic.  Oh well, here goes nothing.

and hope I can make it there in time.  Luckily there is no seatbelts because with the raging hardon I have it would probably strangle the little fellow and I wouldn't be able to perform.
On the drive there she called back and said that she told her doubles partner (my 2nd favorite porn star) what happened and they both were laughing so hard that her friend wanted to join us at no extra charge.  Of course I screamed YES before she could even finish talking.
I got there with one minute to spare, still with a raging hardon, the girl at the front desk noticed it as I walked past and gave me a wink.  On the elevator ride up I prayed that I didn't spooge my pants on the first kiss.   I knock on the door, it opens slowly and..............................

What does 80 yr old pussy taste like...............depends........but this tasted sweet and delicous like she ate nothing but stawberries for a month.  I lapped away as she glazed my face like a Krispy Kreme.   Hillary started using her mouth and it felt so damn good, incredible, the best I ever had, I mean were talking deep throat down to the base with tongue on the balls.  I was amazed that I could feel no teeth so I had to get a peek down there and sure enough she had taken them out (I didn't know she had dentures) God bless the gummers!
I had to switch it up and get a few licks on Hillary while Barbara rode me like Washington crossing the Deleware (she does resemble him)   I was is heaven and feeling very patriotic when I blew my first load and left Barbara's pussying looking like a snowy night in Valley Forge.
We took a little break and talked politics and then round 2 began.......