...does it need.......cleaning?" I give her a sorrowful smile. "My new friend, I have the unfortunate responsibility to tell you I'm a terrible housek...eper. This is as clean as it gets." She looks horrified, then shakes her head. "I will help you. You saved my life." Hey now, this might work out well for me. Nah, I can't take advantage of her like that. "I told you, it's OK. You don't have to clean up or anything." "I must. It is honorable to help you. Please. Let me." "Well, if you really feel. .. " A widower, Mr. Fogg," she said and her tone was throaty and rich with alluring enticement. She did not think it necessary to inform me that her virginity had been taken by my manservant, Passepartout."Have you ever had champagne?" I inquired, having felt a strong need to slake my parched throat."No I haven't, but I have heard it has these remarkable little bubbles that tickle one's nose. Is that true, sir?" Indeed it is. Wait here a moment and I shall fetch us a bottle or two." Wait!". She pushed me on the sofa. I removed her and my T shirt, her front hook bra, and a very small strap holding a small towel.I asked about the towel, she said to keep the pants dry from ever juicy pussy. I pulled her close and felt the big nipples, started sucking on one nipple and playing with other. She folded her arms around my neck and moving her fingers on ear lobe, pressing my shoulder blades, then with one hand she started playing with crown of my penis, it was getting lubricated and ready. I drew a path with my spit up towards her clit, enticingly ignoring the bud itself and running circles around the hood. Her little love button poked out, and I sucked at it. Serena jumped and I felt the gush of fluid that accompanied her movements and the low, unintelligable groan that left her mouth. I flicked my tongue back and forth, side to side. Playing with her as her breathing continued to hitch and hurry, taking my time. I felt that she was close and moved back to her dripping wet.