Maggie just laughed and rose from her chair to follow one of the stage hands off the platform.The reason for their little exchange was another reason ...hy Maggie was so glad that they no longer bothered to invite Tommy Butler to the conventions. She wondered what all the fans now moving out the exits would think if they know that during the final year of the show, June Kirkland, or at least her alter ego of Maggie McAllister was doing the nasty with the Tommy Butler side of young Mr. Jones.It. Of course that would have been fine too, I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for, or give my grandson if I could. The truth be known he could own me if he wanted to!!! I glanced from his face back to his crotch again, Those damn eyes before I said: Thats no problem, I have a few porn movies stashed, and there's always a few beers in my fridge. I can do that. Is that all you want for your birthday, this is a special birthday you know? There's got to be something else you would like to have,. Her tongue churned. I watched my nipple respond between glimpses of her glistening tongue. She tucked her hair behind her ear; probably so I could see better.Her hand drifted to the waistband of my panties. She began to rub in a circle – vague at first, more definite on each rotation, her fingers pressing.I couldn’t think of much. My legs began to sprawl. Her hand swirled; the circle widened. My underwear was stretched one way then the other. It staggered and slid over my inner thighs, cool and. She had told mehow she enjoyed girls, and then we'd had sex all night long. Iremembered her tongue sliding over my clit as she fingered my pussy. Icould still feel her straddling my head as we licked each other'sclits, and my hand reaching up to grab her ass and pull her pussy downonto my face.I was brought back to the moment when she slid her hands off of my bigsoapy tits, along my sides. She grabbed my rounded ass momentarily andsqueezed. We pulled each other close, fondling each other's ass,.