I know at this point I should have got up and told Ken we were going home but something stopped me and I just sat there for a little while as both the...e men’s hands wandered up and down my back, getting more and more adventurous as fingers began to slide underneath the edges of the material. If I’m honest I suppose that I was more than a bit flattered at the attention (as well as annoyed with Ken) and so I let it carry for on longer than I should have done. It also crossed my mind that this. ’ ‘Perhaps I arrived at just the right time.’ I responded with a grin. ‘Perhaps you have.’ she answered, and just then, as though on cue, her front door bell rang. ‘Ah, our meal.’ she said in an almost relieved tone as she got up and went across the room. As I should have anticipated, her kitchen provided close to five star service. There was a delicious asparagus based soup with cracklingly fresh rolls, then very rare, thinly sliced roast beef with duchesse potatoes and a range of lightly. “Holy shit Gramps I fucking loved it when can we do it again?”. “Not for a while sweetie but I can do something for you, have you ever masturbated?”.“No what's that?”.“Played with your own pussy?”.“No never”.“Oh well you gonna love it I assure you, and you can do it when you alone in your room”.“I don't want to go my room, I want to wait until I can suck you again”.Once her panties were off I had a view of her slit, I had seen it when she was younger as I bathed her, but now it had a very light. I need a hand on it, even if it’s mine, and I unsnap my shorts. I give the head a couple of quick rubs before Chrissy spies this and reaches over to grasp me. Now this hot girl is riding my hand while simultaneously using hers on me. This ain’t gentle rubbing either, she’s pulling and tugging on this fucker like it’s got the last drop of water in the world in it and she’s dying of thirst. She stops long enough to lick her hand lasciousvly, and then uses the spit to really work her hand up and.