We came together in an embrace and he started kissing my neck. My dick was rock hard as we ground our warm crotches together. Our lips met. Then ou... tongues. I started rubbing his hard dick through his jeans as he stuck his hands down my pants and caressed my smoother, younger ass. I undid his belt and jeans and took his dick out and started stroking him as we kissed. He dropped to his knees, took out my throbbing cock and took me in his mouth. Gently rubbing my ass as he pulled me. Robert and I tiptoed out, so as to not disturb either of them.After collecting our Daughters, we spoke to Owen on the way out. He was doing better now, and was as proud a papa as could be. He would be staying here with Grace tonight, but would go home tomorrow to finish the last of their harvest. Joe was taking a break also today, so he thought they could finish what was left in a day or two.Grace and her Son came home on Friday, the 18th. Celeste had been cooking for Owen and Joe while Grace. " Phyllis nodded and showed him the bathroom, taking the beer in the process. The situation was weirdly domestic, but without the usual terms of endearment. For Phyllis, there was something clean about it -- it was all very simple. He had a right to be there, however odd the circumstances might be, and she was obligated to give him basically whatever he wanted -- but they weren't freighting the whole thing with any emotion. It was good -- and it wasn't.Luis fostered this by being very formal,. Alex was certain that her bra was of the finest quality, even if it made her breasts seem less than natural in the way they did not move under her silk as she walked.He immediately did not like her. There was something artificial about her that just put his hackles up. Monique would have said it was his bullshit meter working overtime and she was probably right. Someone who took that much care with their appearance was hiding something, some imperfection, some character flaw that needed fine.