Pull your pants up, that's a good boy, okay. Now this time, when you take it out, stand up. Now undo your belt and zipper, good, but don't just ...rop your pants, I want you to reach in and grab your big cock—Oh stop blushing when I say it! Grab it and pull it up and out as fast you can. I stared at the glory as he followed my instructions, massive prick undulating like a snake as he flipped it out, the back of it slapping audibly against his t-shirt clad torso and then slapping. Her other hand held an old fashioned squeeze horn. Her face was hidden behind thick makeup creating a big smile and bright blue cheeks. He lashes were huge and her nose was covered by a bright red ball. She was wearing white gloves and white knee socks. Her body was covered in circles of bright colors s**ttered over her body so as to not block the view of her critical parts. Her firm breasts were bouncing as she walked down the catwalk. Her pretty nipples were perky and were pointed. Mom called off from work and got on the plane and went to check on her dad. I still had school so I stayed back at home and did my regular routine. Bill ran his own successful trucking service and he was gone from 8 am to 8pm so I went to school and came home and made dinner and went in the f****y room to watch t.v. Bill came home showered and I made him a plate of food and he called my mom and talked to her while he ate dinner. She told him she would probably stay for 2 weeks but she would. She kneels down in front of the old man. She knows that she really wants to do it for him. She finds the idea of sucking the cock of a sixty six year old man suddenly exciting. It is so weird, so something that one doesn’t do, god. She pulls his zipper down and takes the semi-limp cock out. Lightly kneading it with her small soft hands until she feels life pumping into it. It grows in size as it fills out to its full capacity. She would never have guessed that his nice old man, with the soft.