Shortly after thatshe found a couple of really nice day dressed, in summer fabric and stylewhich she set aside. As lunch approached, she found anothe... dress, thistime a really nice cocktail dress, something she could use for moreformal occasions.After lunch, the boxes they sorted seemed a bit different in selection,as some were low volume movers but new from department stores, andcontained everything from hand bags to foundation garments and even somefashion underwear. She grabbed a couple. Damn said the girl, I really need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how big his tool was, how long he could last. She shivered and thought that perhaps her randy mother had worn him out. Damn, she. I rested.As we were getting ready for bed that evening, my wife informed me that she would like to take some of that sandwich to work with her for their upcoming potluck. It wasn't a big deal to make, but I wanted to play hard to get, so to speak."What's in it for me?" Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I can come up with something."At that she reached over and unzipped my fly, fished out my cock and dropped to her knees in front of me. She sucked my entire cock into her mouth. That would normally be. “Take us home, Will!”I strapped my Telecaster on, wound the overdrive up, and checked the settings on the amp.“Let’s blow the cobwebs outta those speakers, Mary Beth,” I said. “I’ll have everything turned up to eleven for this one!”“You want me to take the first instrumental break on my fiddle?” Allison asked.“Yeah, sounds good,” Phil said. “Garry and I can take the second, and we’ll play it by ear from that.”Allison made sure she was plugged into her amp, checked the levels and tuning of her.