There was a lot of repair work to be done when the replacement joint was put in. The week Angie was home, I spent a lot of time with her even though s...e had a hired care giver. Rita and George were the ones to take over when the woman left at six in the evening.I was curious as to why Angie was apparently well off and one day she explained. Her money came from a maiden Aunt Maggie who had died prematurely. Aunt Maggie was a twin sister of her father and Angie was her only heir. Angie’s husband,. Clay never showed any interest before, but yes, I think they’d both enjoy it.”“What about you?” Jake asked, “Is it something you’d like to try?”‘Gosh!’ she thought, a man in her life considering what she wanted to do. This was practically a first. All those years with Wayne, all the time doing what he wanted. She was the one who had to give up enjoyable active weekends like the last one and this one that she had looked forward to all week. Just thinking of all those wasted years made her both. Standing before her he took a handful of her hair and gently pulled it, indicating he wanted her on her knees. On her way to her knees she grabbed a hold of his shorts and the knob of his dick with her mouth, his hand came across and his glorious stiff cock was waiting for her. She eagerly started to suck his dick, using her tongue to flick around his knob while his dick was still deep in her mouth, it seemed too soon that he pulled her hair to make her stand again. Placing his hands on her. Clean shaven I make my way to Debbie's room I sit at her dresser and pick out some bright red nail varnish and begin to paint my toes. I have watched my mum and Debbie do it so often and with the practice I have had, its second nature. As I wait for my fingers and toes to dry I start to think about my outfit with this colour varnish, it's got to be one of Debbie's slut outfits. I think Debbie knows about my little secret after all it was her who got me started, from an early age she dressed me.