You both strip off your clothes

"I think it's time we lose all these clothes," Mr. Crassle says. "Do a little dance for me while I undress."

He stands up and begins unbuttoning his shirt. As he undresses you begin swaying from side to side, cupping your overflowing bra and squeezing your breasts together. He watches you, admiring you as you run your hands up and down your curves.

"Take off the bra," he instructs.

He discards his shirt, revealing a tanned silver-haired chest. He's a little paunchy, but for a man his age he appears to be in fairly good shape. You match him, moving closer and unbuckling your bra. You pull it away and your full d-cup breasts settle on your chest. No sag at your age, but they aren't anti-gravity without the bra.

Mr. Crassle works his belt and unbuckles his pants. You tug on your nipples, stretching the pink flesh out from your breasts. You turn around, showing him your toned ass. You slide your hands down to your hips and begin to slowly lower your panties.

"Oh yeah," he admires. "Let's see that ass."

You slide the panties down your thighs and he laughs with appreciation. He gives your ass a stinging swat on the cheek. You kick off your panties and turn to face him, he's nude, his veiny cock hard and pointing at you.

"Mmmm," he admires you, gently tracing fingers down your side as he looks at your waxed pussy. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."