She knew my grandsons and adored them, although she couldn’t be too obvious in her attention. When she finally met a man and settled into a quasi-ma...riage, I was the loving uncle, accepted as such by her ‘make believe husband’. When her friends had problems, she called me in tears, this giving, sharing soul. And when my own situation finally changed, freeing me to travel and enjoy the world in new ways, she made arrangements to join me in Key West for our special celebration. And now, I lay. Tom was the real estate agent that had negotiated the rental of Duke's shop for us. Martin was a member of the city council. They had come to see me about another piece of property and wanted to know if I might be interested in it.The property was about six blocks from our service station and until a couple of years ago it had been a Studebaker/Packard dealership. It closed due to lack of business. No surprise there. What made me pay attention were the service bays, four of them, all with. This was too much for her to comprehend; Stacie had to demonstrate her own fantasy.I was lying on my back; the warm water flowed down Stacie's round, smooth ass cheeks. Stacie moved to the back of the tub and, straddling my mouth, she knelt. Anna moved her dripping wet cunt over my cock, facing her sister, I barely got to see them wildly making out. But I didn't care; this was better than a 69: two sisters and me!I moved my hands from my sides to Stacie’s thighs, holding her in place as I. "He doesn't look like much," Danielled said."That's where you're wrong," Miss Anderson said. "He gave me an orgasm so powerful that I blacked out. His stamina is increasing and he is very very handsome."Danielle eyed me curiously, "I'd love a slave to satisfy me as well."Miss Anderson smiled at this, "I would like you to wax him as well. I've given him a shave but he is stubbling already and I want it to be more permanent."I gulped and looked over at her but said nothing."Well who's going.