Within 20 minutes or so she grabbed my hair and bended her body upwards and gave the first ejaculation of her life. I drove my penis for more 10 minut...s and then pulled out my penis from her pussy hole and spurted my semen on her petticoat and wiped clean with it. Then I admired her and hugged her tightly, grabbed her boobs and kneaded for few minutes and kissed her face, chick and chin.I noticed that her pussy was bleeding and the blood strain was in her petticoat and the bed sheet. I didn’t. She was a lot taller than her daughter but I could see where the tits came from. Maybe 50 years of age with natural ginger hair she wasn't thin or fat. and about five foot ten. Nothing happened that first time or even the following two months even though I kept on trying to drop the hint with such questions of where could I buy a bathrobe as that was my preferred attire at home. Then one evening it all changed.As usual I was just sitting chatting with them and drinking a whisky when the. Carl had of course grown up playing the spin-off games from Somers’ books — and surreptitiously reading the books. To actually have a job taking care of Jeff Somers’ swimming pool was enough to make the kid in him punch the air with joy. The job was designed as a sinecure to cover the summer break from college. You had a little money, a room over Somers’ garage, meals with the rest of the household staff and you were supposed to take as much time off as you liked to write fiction. Presumably. The instincts of the urban jungle told her that she should never give either one of those away, let alone both, but she found herself reaching into her purse for them without a moment’s thought. ‘Why can’t I do it?’ she asked. ‘Because you’re going to call your job and tell them you quit, and it’ll save time if I withdraw the money while you do that.’ He took the outstretched card, and opened the door. ‘Make it a good performance,’ he said. ‘They won’t question it if you get really pissed off.