When I made my way back out to the living room he was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace and had set a small table up there with gra...es and crackers and sausage and cheese. The wine bottle was in a chiller and another rocker was close but across from him. The fire was warm so I slipped off my shoes and to my surprise he handed me a pair of slippers that looked just like his. These were new and had a little red ribbon around them. ‘Here I picked these up yesterday. I was out. . I told him. oh yes please, he said. I spit on my hand and continued pumping his hard pipe. his cock was slippery with all my spit lube. I repositioned myself and said, I need to have this cock in my mouth. I inched my mouth over his cock, slowly sliding it into my mouth. I then started speeding up, trying to feel every inch of his cock down my throat. by now I'm deepthroating him as hard as I can, loving every moment. I started playing with his balls too. he kept telling me how much better I. Suddenly, she bent over with her ass pointed at his door to pick up a paper and that short skirt raised above her ass and there was the hottest ass he had seen in years. She wore a skimpy thong that went up her ass crack and showed off the sexy cheeks. He was going to wait for the right moment and fuck her ass for sure.The opportunity arrived. He needed a file from the downstairs file room. She had to go down to get it. He waited one minute and went down behind her. When he got there, she was. "If you can't remember anything how did you find your way home?" I found a card in my wallet which gave me this address." How did you know where the street was if you can't remember anything?" I can remember things, but not who or what I am. Oh god you have to help me remember mother."She looked at me funnily then replied. "You have never called me mother before, come on let us get home and see what we can do to restore your memory."I followed behind up all two levels actually admiring her.