We talked until the early hours before deciding to head off to bed. I let Jodie sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch downstairs. Lights out. Th... next morning, I awoke around nine, before Jodie, and proceeded to make a cup of tea for each of us. I left mine in the kitchen and headed upstairs to leave Jodie’s on the bedside cabinet for her. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a faint whimper, which I took as Jodie crying again. I slowly opened the door to my room where she slept;. Also, it was a very nice quiche, so I left the cafe a lot happier than when I'd gone in ... and, in passing, enquired whether she'd be in the bar that evening. I don't know why, exactly ... but it might have had something to do with Alison ... or more precisely trying to avoid getting stuck with her for an entire evening...The good mood survived for a surprisingly long time. In fact, all the way through the afternoon session with the Council and similar types - there was even a bloke from BT. It made her shiver with self-loathing and shame and arousal, and then she was cumming again, gods, again already, and she didn’t care, she just wanted more, more to fill this emptiness constantly gaping inside her… His hand tangled in her hair, gripping and yanking at her scalp as he rutted into her hard and deep, his cock pounding its generous length into her clutching, flat belly. Silmaria let out a quiet hiss, the pain as always edging and complementing the pleasure so perfectly,. "Spread your legs, my lady," McCabe said, "your horny grandson wants to see me lick your cunt." Yeah," said Hugo, his hard cock pulsating in his hand, "like you said, grandmother, we might as well make the most of it." Can't believe you've asked me to do this, sweetheart," said Lady Sarah, "but we can't give in now. McCabe will kill us, otherwise."With that, Lady Sarah spread her legs with a movement so swift that Hugo and McCabe didn't even have time to blink. The old lady's pussy was now.