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As for removing those armour plated bras, that was something else. Some were pointed to scratch your eyes out! Others were a bit more friendly. unbuckling those straps and then letting the breasts flop out - gorgeous, and then feeling the lovely nipples. heavenly. Those were the days. And our friendly ladies didn't stop you - they didn't encourage you either, but the ecstasy of being rewarded with fondling those beasts and fiddling with their nipples, were something else. Other pleasure came with maturity. I had to wait until I was 70 (yup!) to have my rod sucked and her pussy licked. The lady was 55, by the way, and she also knew her way around. She even recommended me fucking her mouth. That was enjoyable, especially when she was pleased with her throaty.
The ladies had lovely hairstyles; always neat and every curl in its place. Not like modern day straight hair that does nothing to their faces. As for the latter day passion killers - it was always a pleasure to remove them slowly and discover those pubic covered pussies, and beautiful arses. Those were the days. Thise were the days!