." For Christ sake Richard, it's a compliment to me to have a virile young man looking at an old woman. I pulled up my dress as much for my pleasure a... yours." Oh Helen, you aren't old. You're a beautiful woman." Helen placed her hand on my leg and began to stroke my thigh."Richard that's so nice of you to say and I know you mean it too. Would you do this old woman a favor?" Anything Helen, just ask." Well I so miss my husband that... I... I would like to give you a blow job. Now don't say a. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the rail and complete a safety on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap wasn't quite wide enough and one of Jaqui's balls rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. . I was as thin as she was, my hips poppingbelow my tiny waist. My smallish bosom stood perky and at attention onthe top of my frame, and her kisses had made my enlarged nipples stand atattention. They hardly bounced, even with my heavy breathing, and as myeye flicked over them I suddenly became entirely aware of the situation Ifound myself in./It really is happening, isn't it... that's me! Then that game.../My nipple was pinched, and I squeaked like a toy."Daydreaming, missy?" my companion. Slowly inserting two fingers into her pussy he started slowly moving them in and out. He started tonguing and sucking her clit again bringing her to the edge ever so slowly. After what felt like an hour Samantha started shaking so hard as she came all over poor Franks face. He didn’t seem to mind because he kept furiously lapping at her pussy. She finally had to stop him and she sat down on the bench to rest for minute. As she was sitting there she started stroking Frank slowly but steadily..