socialite MILF

The man spotted a woman in her early forties chatting loudly on a blackberry.

"Look, this is McKenzie's one and only demoisselle party!" she said angrily, "and I don't care if it cost $50,000, you have that money!....Oh really, well when I married you three years ago you tried to skimp on the wedding too....Oh, I don't think a horse-drawn carriage was too much more to ask....you're almost as bad as my first husband, McKenzie's real dad won't even chip in on this party...demoisselle parties are important! Just like her sweet sixteen party, she's only 19 once, and her demoisselle friends will be there, and Heather's demoisselle party was the event of the year so far, and I'll be damend if McKenzie plays second fiddle to HER! Besides, the money's arleady spent; the party's tonight, so why are you still complaing....Oh, she'll thank you later! Good...so you can skip your golf trip to Scotland for one year! Now I have to pick up some things then head to the salon to get ready for tonight...Love you!" She hung up, sighed, and shook her head.

The woman was about 5'8 and had thick, wavy honey blonde hair down to her shoulders. She had deep brown eyes, perky and probably fake C cups pressing against a tight gray t-shirt. She had a well toned butt evident in a pair of black yoga pants.

The man smiled.

The woman stopped and stared at the costume shop as if it was calling her.