Me: Strip.She stood and removed her night pants. Then, when she was about to remove her t-shirt, I stopped her. I did not want that session to finish ...o soon. I had enough credits and hence I wanted to take things very slowly.Sweta agreed and sat on the bed with the keyboard near her. I saw her pink panties and that image of her wearing a t-shirt and panties alone made me horny. I think she had noticed me having a boner.She smiled and pointed at the hard dick inside my pants. Then, she asked me. At any rate, Robert, his observation skills honed by being a foreigner in hostile places for years, DID notice Debbie's pupils dilate. And he saw in those young eyes a wish that the flowers were for her.His plan changed, adapting to new circumstances."I have here wine for your beautiful mother." he said. He winked and said "Perhaps she will lower her guard tonight if she drinks too much?"Then he extended the bouquet of flowers."And these are for my beautiful niece, to begin to make up for. God, why didn't he just strip her down and throw her to the ground already? Didn't he understand a year is a long time for a girl who actually liked sex? Alex deftly pointed to the button on his jeans, "I imagine you know how to do that, huh?" She didn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion she dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning his jeans. Like a professional, she slid them halfway down his legs, then his underwear, and quickly caught his dick in her hand as it sprung out of his. “I’m two hundred and fifty years old, but don’t I look great?” I added with a giggle.“Yeah, you do. Please, let me become one of you.”I looked at the old man standing in front of me. I could easily turn him but then what? Would he follow me around like a lost puppy or would he leave me alone, which was what I preferred?“Okay, I’ll do it but on one condition.”His entire face smiled and he seemed eager as a schoolboy. “Sure, anything.”“When you have turned, we go our separate ways.”“But...”“No, I.