Juicy Eileen
I met Eileen at the supermarket. It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning and I went as usual to buy some groceries, on my bike, as all Dutch gentlemen usually do. As I was parking my bike I saw her. She was about 60 or 65, good figure, grayish, curly hair which has long lost its blond origin. Hefty bosom and a very tight jeans which accentuated her bubble butt and her fine waist line. From behind you would not have guessed her age, but a closeup inspection of the face revealed the true age....