During the morning Tina phoned her and gave her a tongue lashing about her performance the night before.She had forgotten that she had given Simon her...phone number, she could not even actually remember his name.When her phone rang later that day there was a male voice that she did not recognise in answer to her, "Hello." Liz, it is Simon." Simon, Simon who?" We met last night at Tim's party, you gave me your phone number." Oh yes, you put your hands on my arse," she said as memories came back. That wasn't the case with Mr Fritz.He did a light lunch for them of salad, French dressed with some cut upbacon, making lardons, and some melted goats' cheese on quartered slicesof toast. He was worried that the elderly gentleman wouldn't like it,but he raved over it. He said that it took him back to his days ofliving in France. Jenny told him that he'd noticed a duck in thefreezer that he'd defrost for dinner the following night, but thatthey'd have to make do with some leftover lamb from. Lynn stood in front of the bathroom mirror and gazed at her self. ‘I just don’t tend to my ‘Miss America’ side any more… like I use too.’ She pulled her wind blown hair back with one hand and pulled her cheek downward with the other, ‘The grip of age in highlighted wrinkles?’ She tilted her head back and forth with glances. ‘Who’s kidding who … I got a crows foot.’ She said with a frown, reaching back and pulled the curtain to the side then entered the shower. The water pelted her petite naked. Her cunt clutched at her fingers clutched as if to suck them deeper into her pussy. She wished that her fingers could be replaced by the hard young cock of her sleeping young son. She wanted to crouch on his prick and take it right up her cunt, but she didn't dare, at least not yet.Angela took her hand away from her son's cum-laden balls and let his cock slip out of her sucking mouth. Her lips made a wet slurping sound when the head of the boy's rock-hard cock pulled out of her sucking-mouth..