Massaging Mrs Lindsay rsquo s GILF Feet
Caroline Lindsay came home from a long day at work, tired. The short-haired, 60-year-old divorced blonde with a lean, sinewy body had just poured herself a glass of wine when the bell rang. At the door was Kevin, her best friend’s 19-year-old son from down the street.“Hi, honey, come on in, what’s up?” Caroline asked, ushering the strapping young man in the door.“Hi, Mrs. L., my mom wanted to know if you had that pot she brought over the other night when you guys had dinner,” he said.“Sure,...