Alan was about 64 and a widower, he was a really friendly guy, balding and with a bit of a tummy but a really nice guy to spend time with and always s...owed a lot of interest in me and what I was doing.It was summer time and I went round to his house with some shopping and he asked if I fancied helping him with a bit of tidying up in the house. He had a spare room upstairs which was full of junk and boxes full of things he wanted clearing out. It was really warm and I was just wearing t shirt. "Pace yourself. We have all evening," She said smilingMom had me straddle Mr. Miller's lap and feed him. He really seemed to like this. His fingers would rub my clit which left a stain on his trouser, but I knew he didn't mind. Dessert was a rich pudding that Mom made on special occasions, like my birthday. Using a spatula she smeared it over my tits so Mr. Miller could lick it off.My dinner came next and consisted of grapes, strawberries, and baby carrots. I sat on the table with my legs. I can feel the hardness between his legs growing bigger and firmer! My body temperature is rising! His silky skin presses up against mine as I feel his lips dance with mine! The kiss becomes stronger and faster! I want to feel his hands between my wet thighs. I want to feel the firmness of his lips suck upon my clit! “I want you Bill, I want you so bad” I said! I look over to see Jeff sitting there smiling with his hands placed over his cock! I can only wonder if his dick is hard and if he’s. ”“It’s not like it was before between you and me, either.”“You mean because of Elizaveta?”“Obviously. I really enjoyed cuddling and we can’t do that now.”“Things are good between you and Abby, right?”“Yes. But despite my orientation, having you cuddle me is different from cuddling with Abby.”“Hugs are OK,” I replied.Clarissa smiled, “Those I will take in whatever quantity your pussy cat will allow!”“It translates as ‘kitten’,” I replied piously.“And what I just said NEVER crossed your mind? Not.