She was driving me crazy.She was in the kitchen cooking our breakfast when I caressed her breasts from her behind while gently rubbing my dick into he... ass. She started her usual escape routines by finding ways to doge me. Not this time. I locked her tight between my arms. I was far too gone to stop no. The guy down stairs had taken control over me.She tried to wiggle free but her attempts futile. My pressings were turning from soft slow presses to hard twists. My dick humping over her nightie.. "Anyway," Millie reasoned as she approached the cottage where her "victim" lived, "at his age I'll be doing him a favor. He probably hasn't had a piece of ass in years." She devilishly laughed. "Especially a piece as young as me."Then she knocked. He answered the door in a flannel shirt and jeans, an outfit which made him seem a lot younger. And he sure did have a full head of hair, didn't he? It was mostly gray, but he wore it long enough to make him seem more with-it than old. Didn't seem to. Pulling back, she slurred, "Good?"Lon nodded tightly. "Yeah," gasped."That's it, Sweetie -- we already know that you can suck cock, so finish him off -- give him the occasional deep stroke, but hit the other marks, too!" Beth urged. "You're a natural -- he's gonna be fucking your face in no time!"It took almost ten minutes, but Sally finished Lon off, running a kind of four-stroke pattern that took him halfway, then worked just the head, then took him halfway again before taking him deep. Not. I went into the kitchen and got the phone, then went through my jeans until I found my mobile. I sat back on the sofa and shoved the phone into my aching pussy. Then I dialed my number on the kitchen phone and hit the little green button.I was thrown into ecstasy as the mobile in my pussy buzzed against my clit. I came hard and fast, squirting about three meters across the room and soaking my hand and the sofa as a river of jizz oozed down my pussy and onto the sofa. I lay there for a while..