How that dyke had gotten elected was a bit of a mystery. Sure, theaccounting community was changing. There were more women now, but theold boys stil... dominated. They were the ones with the big accounts,with the municipal contracts, with the clout, the weight, and thecountry-club memberships. And as far as the old boys went, I was thegolden child, the fair-haired knight, soon to take my place among thefellowship. I was just about 40, professional, personable, charming. Iwas being groomed. Once in the bedroom Betty pulled back the duvet and shoved me roughly onto the bed, she then knelt on the bed between my legs and her head sought out my crotch. Her lips and tongue frantically searching around my flaccid member. Betty licked my balls and her tongue strayed up onto the base of my dick. She was licking and sucking her way around the foot of my cock and then she started circling around the shaft of my now semi erect little man. Betty was moving her mouth around my stem faster and. ‘I remember you lost it that other time.’ ‘Not that time Beck’ I told her, while shifting off the little stain I had created during that episode. ‘I dribbled but didn’t shoot.’ ‘Well we have to take care of that!’ Becky announced. ‘Ah-ha! Here we are!’ ** ‘Never heard of it!’ Becky announced, as she struggled for the right pronouncation. ‘Axillary intercourse? That sounds like it would be right up your alley Dave.’ ‘Oh, you wouldn’t want to do that’ I told Becky sternly. ‘You might be offended. I have her so stuffed,she told me she "Feels like a sunday dinner chicken!". So I put the gag in her mouth,the blindfold over her eyes and flipped the power on! That was about fourty five minutes ago,give or take a few dozen. I kinda lost track for a while there,because I found an old film I don't remember Mom ever showing me before. So I sat down to watch part of it.Grandma must have been the one filming. This one definately has her artistic flair! It starts with a scene of my Mom sitting.