With a gentle, bagging look, she untied my bathrobe and with her soft warm long fingers started massaging my cock. Slowly at first, with loving tender...ess but then after seeking a quick approval with a questioning look slightly harder until she opened her mouth and started licking up and down. As I said this was not unusual, this was routine, our routine. I looked down on her, just allowing a quick approving smile not to distract her from her work. While her hands stroked my balls her skillful. I pushed my long finger over the puffy lips of her vagina; her stomach and hips started to undulate as I rubbed her. It was so dark I could barely see but I knew when she opened her mouth for more air, I could hear her heart thudding in her throat, her legs moved even wider apart. I kept pressure on her tender young pussy, moving my finger until I felt it sliding up and down over her clit. She must have been hyper sensitive there because just moments after I stroked her she grunted softly,. "Buster. Back!"The dog pulled back, lashing out at the last moment to get one final taste of the treasure trove before him. He retreated to the other side of the room and lay there, waiting to be called back for more, but his wait would be longer than the animal could have anticipated, because now James was going to have his turn with this woman he'd lusted after for over 40 years.He got on his knees and looked at the open hole before him, still glistening from the combination of her own. “Fun weekend?” she asked.“You have no idea,” Béla answered, still shivering. “Sorry, I should introduce myself.” She pulled a hand out of her pocket and stuck it into the warm air coming out of the open car window. “Béla Wilson. This is my place.” The blonde shook Béla’s fingers briefly. Her hand felt soft, warm, and moist; especially warm to Béla’s cold stiff fingers.“Tanya Hastings,” she said briefly.“Oh, you’re our new feature act this week,” Béla said, suddenly more cheerful. “Can I help.