My ‘I Love to Eat Pussy’ T-Shirt Part 2

Me Encanta Comer Coño (I Love to Eat Pussy) Part 2
After scoring with my friend, Katie, I weighed my options as to what my next plan would be. Katie had printed the message on my t-shirt without knowing the Spanish phrase meant, “I Love to Eat Pussy.” Once I told her it’s meaning, my cock was inside her cunt within fifteen minutes. She spent the night in my bed, but we didn’t do much sleeping. She headed home just after seven a.m. so she could get cleaned up and open her shop at nine. As she left, she kissed me and said, “I think I’ll make myself a t-shirt that says ‘You can eat my pussy anytime’.”

At my age, I was perfectly satisfied to rest for the remainder of the day. There’s still plenty of sex drive in a 63 year-old, but it takes more than a stiff dick to go as hard, and as often, as I had since Katie and I started the day before. My whole body was aching. I strolled my naked ass out to the hot tub and soaked for two hours. Then, I caught up on the sleep I’d missed during the night…..

The next morning, I discovered I was out of coffee. Katie and I had consumed three pots the morning before. It was time to see what kind of results my new shirt would produce. I pulled it over my head and straightened it over my torso. My belly was a little ‘rounded’, but far from being fat. My dark glasses and gold necklace were the final touch.

McDonalds was full of people. Several glanced at my shirt, shrugged their shoulders and paid no more attention. A fat little Hispanic man laughed out loud as he went out the door to his delivery truck. A few minutes later, two women slowed their pace, looked at my shirt, scowled and walked out.

Less than one minute later, one of them, a tall brunette with monstrous tits, came back in and dropped a card on my table as she walked past me and back to the counter. It had a finance company’s ad on it, along with her name. When she passed me on the way back out, she never even looked at me but said, “I’m Diane. Call me.”

About ten minutes later, two teenagers slid into the seats in front of me. One of them, definitely Hispanic, pointed at my shirt and said, “Are you freeking seerious?”

“Yes, darlin’, I’m freakin’ serious. I don’t pay for sex, but I cum with a guarantee.”

“But you are an old man. Are you steel seriously chasing weemen?”

“Who says I’m chasing women? All I’m doing is sitting here with this t-shirt on. The dizzy bitches are coming straight to me… and you’re too fuckin’ young to be even talkin’ sex with me, too.”

“I am nineteen and shee’s eighteen.”

“You’re still too young.”

They looked at each other, nodded, and the other girl spoke up, “Actually, you just said the right thing, sir.