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I got to the swap meet first thing in the morning, and it had paid off for once.  There was a time when I made good money buying vintage video games on the cheap, and then reselling them for a handsome profit online.  Unfortunately, a lot of other people had started doing the same thing.  That meant the games were harder to come by, more expensive, and went for less in the end.That day, I’d happened across a new seller with a large stack of NES games who had no idea what she had.  Though they weren’t sealed, I managed to snag five carts with boxes, manuals, and most of the other paraphernalia.  The real gem was a copy of Little Samson, which could easily fetch a grand or more.I’d paid twenty bucks each for them.Riding on cloud nine, and eager to put that Little Samson cart up for auction, I was heading for home after barely thirty minutes when something caught my eye.  Another seller was still setting up, and I saw her hanging something that I knew my father would love.  He had a theatrical poster, the standee, and pop-up display in his man-cave, but Spaceballs: The Mobile from the video store release had so far eluded him.She did know what she had.  I managed to negotiate a reasonable price, though I would have passed if I was hoping to resell it.  Since it was a gift, and I already had a tidy profit awaiting me, I bought it and checked off my dad’s birthday present from a mental list.Once again, I headed for my car, and once again, something caught my eye.  It wasn’t merchandise.  It was a redheaded woman, probably about my parents’ age, browsing the booths, and she was hot as hell.  I saw her just as she bent over to pick up something on the far side of the table at the booth, giving me a great view of her ass in tight jeans.  She had big tits, and she was showing them off with a low-cut top.  A large gold necklace further attracted attention to her well-displayed cleavage.I got a little too wrapped up in staring, and got caught.  Just as I looked away, her bahçesehir escort irritated expression changed to one of wide-eyed surprise.  As I walked out into the parking lot, I heard her call out, “Excuse me.  Hello.  Excuse me.”I turned around and saw her walking toward me.  She pointed at the mobile and asked, “I don’t suppose there was another one of those where you bought that one?”I shook my head.  “No, this was the only one she had.”She continued her approach, and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from her tits.  Damn, they looked good.“Is there any chance I could buy it from you?” she asked when she stopped a couple of feet away.“Well, it’s a birthday present for my dad,” I responded.  “He really loves this movie.”“So does my brother,” she said.  “His birthday is coming up, too.”“I didn’t exactly get it cheap, and my dad has been looking for one for a while,” I said.  I honestly needed the brownie points, because he was mad I’d missed a softball game that they ended up losing.She offered me a crooked smile.  “What’s the I don’t want to sell it price?”“I really don’t want to sell it.”“Oh, come on.  Everybody has their price.”I thought for a moment, and tossed her a price I was sure she’d refuse.  It was easily double what it was worth, and more than double what I’d paid for it.  “Hundred bucks.”“That’s a little steep,” she said.“Well, like I said, I don’t want to sell it.”She pursed her lips for a moment.  “Hmm…  What about sixty?”I shook my head.  “Sorry, that’s barely more than I paid for it.  Honestly, I don’t know that I’d take the hundred.  I really need to get home.”She reached out and grabbed my arm.  “Wait.”  Her voice then quieted, and she asked, “What about sixty and I’ll show you my boobs?”That caught me off-guard.  “Are you serious?” I asked.She gave me a one-shoulder shrug.  “Sure.  You were staring at them, so I assume you like them.” She punctuated that by cupping one of her breasts and lifting it.I regained my composure beylikdüzü bayan escort and said, “Forty is pretty steep just to look at some tits – even if they are nice.”“And a naked handjob?” she suggested.I shook my head.“Blowjob?”My pants were quickly growing uncomfortably tight.  I did still have two months to find a birthday present for my dad.  Her willingness to suggest it only made her even hotter.“I swallow,” she said in a suggestive voice.  “My apartment is only a minute or two walk away.”By that point, I was already sold, but I pushed for a small thing that no girl had let me do yet.  “Suck me on your knees, and let me come all over you?”“If that’s what you want,” she said without any hesitation.  Her hand slid down to my wrist.  She looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and then lifted my hand to her left tit.  “Deal?”“Yeah,” I answered while giving her breast a squeeze.  It felt as good as it looked.She smiled and said, “Let’s go.”I followed as she led me through the parking lot.  She looked back just as I pushed my raging hardon into a more comfortable position, and her smile widened.  “Only a couple of blocks.”From the way she smiled every time she looked at me, and the sexy sway of her ass, I’d say she was looking forward to our little transaction as much as I was.  Since I’d be seeing it all soon enough, I wasn’t coy about checking out her jiggling tits and tight ass, either.  She didn’t seem to mind at all.Her place was one half of a duplex, in a line of nearly identical apartment buildings that covered three blocks.  She unlocked the door, let me inside, and then put her purse down on the kitchen bar, which was next to the door.She had nice furniture and the place was decorated well.  I saw several pictures of her with a boy and a girl at various ages, including some graduation pictures.Genuine Milf, I thought.She opened her purse, pulled out a wallet from inside, and then laid three twenties on the bar.  escort beylikdüzü “There’s the sixty,” she said.I sat the mobile and my bag of games down, and only had the briefest of second thoughts as I did so.  Even if any such thoughts had endured, they would have vanished a moment later.  She tugged at the tail of her shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing a beige bra holding in those big tits of hers.  For a woman who had two kids, she didn’t have many stretch marks at all. “Right here?” I asked as she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra.She glanced down and said, “Tile floors.  I’d rather mop up cum than clean it out of the carpet.”“Works for me,” I said as I lifted a foot to untie my shoes.She went about removing her bra in a practiced series of movements, quickly freeing her breasts.  They were pale, and spotted with light brown freckles.  She had big nipples, and I had little doubt that they were hard, from the way they were standing out.  The pink circles surrounding them were only a little more than double the circumference of the erect points.We both were removing our shoes at the same time, and when she bent her leg, her jeans lifted enough to reveal that she was wearing cute little ankle socks.“Why don’t you leave those socks on?” I asked as I dropped my shoe to the floor.“Like them?” she asked, giving her toes a wiggle.“Oh yeah.”“Okay.”I took a moment to admire her other dainty, sock-clad foot before taking off my other shoe.  Even though she had a head start on me, I caught up by yanking off my socks, and whipping my shirt over my head while she was struggling to push down those painted-on jeans.  Her white panties slipped down with them, leaving her pussy barely covered.  She was shaved – or more likely waxed – bare.I won the undeclared race by pushing down my pants and underwear while she was still kicking her jeans off to the side.  Her eyes widened and she let out a sharp moan when my erection sprang free.Her voice deep, and sensual, she said, “That is going to be a job.”  She pushed down her panties and kicked them away as I walked around the counter to her.  I reached for a handful of those big tits as soon as they were in reach, confirming that her nipples were indeed pebble-hard.

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