It was hard to believe the jovial old man was gone. He'd been in poor health for as long as Daniel could remember, but he'd just kept hanging on, all ...he way to age ninety-nine."Clean living, my boy," he'd always said when asked how he'd come to live so long. After which, he'd take a drag off his cigarette and another pull off his bottle of whiskey.Daniel smiled, remembering that old man Johanson wouldn't allow others to take up his vices, though. It had been his elderly neighbor that had. I followed behind wondering what she needed my help with. As I walked into the classroom she turned and closed the door behind us, stating that no one could see what she needed my help with. She explained that the movie screen in her room was stuck and wouldn't come down. She had asked the school janitor to fix it for her, but the closest he had gotten to the task was dropping off the step ladder. I can't have anybody see you helping me with this or we'd both be in trouble with the principle,. Seeing that Michelle was in her own little world, I took the opportunity and slipped my hand under her panties to find her soft, trimmed mound. A little further down between her spread thighs, I searched for the source of her heat. A surprise awaited my probing fingers– Michelle had a very unusual pussy! Her clit stuck out of the blond fur of her pussy like a little cock. As I moved my hand down lower, trying to find her opening, I felt her pussy lips dangling down. They were meaty–almost as. I stood by her in my dressing gown, the bulge of my engorged tool visible. She looked up at me longingly. I undid the knot of the belt on my dressing gown and exposed my erect manhood in her face – eight inches of hard meat. The purple head of my cock glistened – the foreskin tautly pulled back.Namita took my turgid member in her hand and slowly circled the tip with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and my cock disappeared into the warm depths of her throat. Her hand shifted to grip my.