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One of the most enjoyable one-off nights of mattress-bashing I've ever spent in my life was with a woman whom I met on a Friday night in a hotel bar in London. She must have been 53 or 54, about twenty years older than me: old enough to be one of my mother's friends. She told me she was a former cop, had retired a year ago; if true, it was pretty obvious that she'd always kept up the work to stay fit and physically attractive ... presumably because she saw retirement as an opportunity to spend time hopping from one cock to another.

She was pure filth between the bedsheets. I don't know if men are just incredibly predictable (they probably are), but she seemed to know everything I wanted even before I did, and she definitely knew how to deliver.