"Robert Alexander Taylor was Daddy's baby brother. He had delivered me at one of the family reunions sixteen years-ago and had called me his Lucky Pen...y ever since. In spite of becoming a doctor, he was still the black sheep in the family. He had refused to become a preacher as was the tradition for the youngest sons in the family. The oldest sons became lawyers I had always wondered what God thought about this arrangement, but figured He must be okay with it, since none of them had ever been. At 50, I had made enough to retire and lust for nice sexy boys. I am hairy, 5 ft 10 in about 72 kg. I used to make sure he saw me staring and most days, he did nothing and just ignored me. But he knew I was there. Sometimes, he would let me watch his show, opening his legs wider or bending at the waist and waiting a bit longer. I also kept my descent distance as he got more comfortable and now openly gave me something to watch.His shorts had become shorter and tighter, his t-shirt the same. Now. "The tea was a typical Yorkshire High Tea - cold ham, pickles and saladwith bread and butter, followed by trifle and cakes, all helped down witha large mug of hot tea. While they were eating, John learned that thegirls also came from York where they shared a small rented house and bothtaught in the same primary school. They did a lot of walking and hadvisited Mrs Appleby several times before. They addressed her by herChristian name, Betty.It was soon arranged that the girls would walk with John. Evie closed her legs and shook her head. I understood; the fun would not begin until the last of my clothing left my body. I lay on my back so that she could do the honors.Not having yet left the house that day, I wore shorts with an elastic waist band. Evie pulled them down in a single swipe. My pussy oozed as much as hers did, yet the black bikini panties hid any obvious spot. She ran a finger over me to find the wet spot, grinned and then ran the finger again, but harder. It was my turn to.