I wasn't. She flirted and asked why I bothered with dinner with her with myself looking so fine. I honestly wanted some mature pussy and we'd hit it o...f enough via chat. I could tell that some BBC would get her week along just right. Gertrude cooked shrimp over rice. It was mediocre but I appreciated the effort for sure. I could tell she was sweet beneath her business executive exterior. After dinner we sipped whisky and talked. As we came to a brief silence she propositioned me, "so what'll it. " Thank you mother," I said.We got the bags out of the car and went into the house. My brother wassitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of juice when we walkedin."Hey mom," he said completely ignoring me.My mother said, "Guess what Jim." I don't know," he said, as he took a drink. "What?"She looked at me and said with a smile "Tell him about the newestaddition to your wardrobe, I'll get the rest of the bags." Yes mother," I said.After she left my brother said, "So what is it sissy? A. . no, ma'am, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I..." he stopped."Can you what?"Silence."Can you kiss it? Sure you can, Sean. I would like you to do that very much." Well... I didn't want to do that..." Well, I want you to. If you expect anything else, you better do that."He hesitantly leaned forward, eyeing what was before him with some trepidation. "Do I have to?" he whined."If you don't, you can leave now and I'll let Ken do it."That seemed to do it for he took in a deep breath and. Cum for me you naughty girl”. Your whispers have turned into a hiss now, as though you know there are people listening. “OH GOD, I am cumming. I am cumming NOW”. All I can hear now is your breathing as you shudder and shake as the intensity of your self-induced orgasm grips your whole body and washes over you. I can picture you, your body writhing as the sweet torture of your climax takes hold of you. At that very moment I imagine wriggling out from behind you, standing in front of you as you.