She set the tip of the cane on the floor between her legs and placed her hands, one atop the other, on the duck head that formed the handle. Her hands...were wrinkled and liver spotted, the nails thick with age. She pointed to the coffee table and sofa in the corner of the room with her age sharpened nose. On the coffee table was a teapot and three cups. She added, "I made some tea for you to drink while waking up."Susan and Charles looked at each other in confusion. Both were thinking about. She took a big breath and grimaced. “I often let you guys look up my skirt or dress... All your friends try to sneak a peep when they come over, don’t they?”I swallowed hard and looked to my wife again. I looked at her legs, where she had bunched the hem of her dress up a bit and had the crotch of her panties exposed. She was right about the guys always trying to check her out.“Have you ever noticed how I always go and get changed when I come home and any of your friends are there, Martin?”I. My hands squeeze onto them, massaging them over and over, feeling a rush of delight. Your hands go through my hair, making me feel so safe yet ecstatic.I remove my undershirt, and pull you in, pressing your bare chest onto mine. The car windows are getting steamy now, as we continue to make out. I pull your hair, exposing your neck, and kiss it, and nibble it here and there. Blood is rushing to my dick and I feel it throbbing. You can feel it too, so you reach down, undo my jeans, and take them. “That would be a good way to spend your first dollar Tag, just so you’ll know, Willa and Bobbi each put money in the bank once a month out of what we pay them,” Mr. Yancey said as he laughed too.“Why don’t the three of you walk down to the bank now and cash your checks, we’ll meet you back in front of Bonner’s Store when you’re through.” Tom said.“I reckon this’ll be a good test for you boys just to see how you’re gonna handle coming into all this money, will you be wasting it or will you be.