I don't know how old she was but she had grey hairs in her black hair so I guess she was pretty old. I often helped her get whatever she neeeded and w...uld position my self so I could get a bit of a look at her tits or up her skirt -- which I managed quite often. Especially at lunchtimes when she would sit with the others out the back in the sunshine - always with her legs apart because her thighs were too fat to close properly. That's when I would see the tops of her stockings and the white. .. my little brother has a nice cock. And how do you like my-- nevermind, I know you like my tits. Wow. Can you even close your fist around that thing?I'll believe it when I see it.That's kind of sexy, your hand wrapped around your cock. No, leave it there. You know what that looks like, don't you? What it looks like you're getting ready to do?Yes, I know you weren't going to jerk off in front of your sister; but as long as your hand's there, why don't you move it up your cock just a little.. Rush would watch those scenes unfold with a bemused smile to himself.As the car moved easily through the lovely countryside Mr. Rush broke the silence by thinking out loud, "TJ, I must advise Mrs. Rosie, as you call her, about this flu business, as she has her fitness class this morning with that young personal trainer fellow."I must say, I don't care for him all that much."What's his name again?"How do you folks take to him?"It was an opening TJ could not resist."Well Mr. Rush, Sir, he does. He pulled it all the way up to just below my breasts. I had a lacy whitethong on under it, however. He groaned - “More clothes?” he asked. “Bad girl.” Another smack to my ass. He painted allover me, then gently - slowly - deliberately licked it all away. I was almost melting with need by the time he finished. Icouldn’t help the whimper that escaped my parted lips."Hush, sexy one. You'll get yours," he told me as he smacked me again. I wriggled a bit, not being able to stand it. Hepulled my slip.