” Shannon said when she finished tapping on her phone while Mary's face nuzzled into Sarah's thick bush. “Now!”“Oh, my god!” Sarah squealed....“Mary!”The brunette licked and lapped, her cute ass wiggling back and forth as she worshiped the winner's cunt. My pussy clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. This was so hot to watch. I fanned my face, my shoulders rolling.I was so envious of Sarah. Her moans echoed through the basement. She squeezed her thighs about Mary's head while the brunette. I decided I would talk to her tomorrow when we could get alone.When I got home our new guest was sitting at the kitchen table drinking Ma's chicken broth from a heavy mug. He still looked like he had had a bad time of it recently. But he was smiling and nodding as he talked to Pa. "Davy, come in and meet John Petty."He was a pleasant looking man about Pa's age I noticed. "How do you do, sir?" I greeted him and stuck out my hand.We shook hands as he answered, "I do very well, since I have found. He feels lips open and press against his erection. He feels it push into a hot mouth. He feels his cock becoming engulfed by the wet warmth of a mouth. He is taken deeper and he grows more rigid. He begins to move in rhythm with the mouth. He is taken in deeper and deeper.His eyes open and the feeling stops. Daniel smiles for a second and then frowns. Only a fucking dream. Or was it? He looks down. Light from the bathroom cuts in and allows him to see pretty well. His erection is still quite. Highly starched cream-coloured blouses. Old lady’s hair do (surely a wig?). Pince nez (perfect for glaring through). She looked like a baleful midget dressing up as Miss Marple.There was so little of McGrott actually showing (apart from the frown) that it was impossible to work out her age. Somewhere between 30 and 70 was the best you could do.Then there was her voice – absolutely rinky-dink posh BBC Weld Service. McGrott was Scots upper-crust, and of course they sound even more lah-di-dah.