"He saw his two coworkers look at each other and nod. "I'm sure he lookslike someone we know," one said. "Maybe we should stop by the place andget a...video. Wouldn't it be a kick to take something like that back hometo Kansas. I'll bet we could get him to do just about anything we wantedif we had that kind of proof." Oh, look. Here comes another demonstration," the other one said. "OMGshe gasped. I just have to text this back to our friends at home. Theywill never believe it." What she. He caught that, and said 'Why honey, did you think I meant it?' 'Sort of.' I replied 'Oh, no, I didn't mean to offend you, sweetheart.' he added. 'I'm not offended, Grandpa, I guess I thought, you know, maybe you would.' I offered. There was a pause for a few moments before he said 'Why? Is that something you would like?' in a quizzical way, not sure if he fully followed the conversation we wer having. I paused for a moment again, and thought to myself 'Would I?'. Then responded with 'Yes.'. ’ As she said this she leaned over him and her mouth came dangerously close to his neck, and just as he thought she was going to kiss him she said ‘ok lover boy, up and into the tub.’ ‘So are you trying to tell me something with what’s going on down here?’ They were about half way through his bath, and once again his dick was hard. ‘Uhh, I don’t know what you mean.’ She had gotten close to his dick with her sponge but nothing had prepared him for her next move. He was sitting in the tub and. *** Ten minutes later, I stepped out onto the roof, grateful that my blush could not be seen in the dim light and praying that the smells of female lust I carried on my face would be covered by the flowing alcohol. Helen stood next to Mortimer and whispered in his ear. My stomach plummeted, but from the corner of her eye, she saw me and crooked a beckoning finger at me. I ambled over, awkwardly trying to lighten my steps. Mortimer, with his greying hair and black designer suit, clapped his.