She picked up the rag and walked to the corner, trying to discern what his request required of her. She didn’t notice it at first but soon realised ...here was a damp spot on the wall, it seems water was seeping in from the grounds.She quickly understood what was required of her, she placed the rag against the damp spot and tried to absorb as much of the moisture as she could.When the rag was sufficiently damp, she took it and placed it the old mans lips. She noted the touch of his skin on hers. Try to fuck your reflection. You can see the laptop reflected in the window - when you see my next message pop up, turn around again.Delirious, I obeyed. I got on my knees facing the cold glass, looked it up and down and nuzzled it, kissed it. Pressing up against it it grazed my sensitive hard nips and I moaned at the sensation, fogging up the glass with my breath and feeling my hips buck, my little mound bumping the glass. Spreading my thighs to slide down, feeling my mound dragging on the. You didn't have to get me a gift," I half joked."I didn't," he said puzzled. "I think you left this in my entryway that night you brought Simone. CeCe tripped over it when she came back from her trip and asked me to put it away. I had thought it was hers, when I saw it there, so I hadn't touched it. It's not hers, and not mine. You were the only other people there. So, here."He held it out to me again.I took it from him but I was puzzled as to what it was. Not wanting to make a major point of. " I see." Janice said and another button came undone."She has very small breasts but very sensitive nipples." Janet told her friend as she watched the third button open revealing the top of her bra-encased boobs."Where were her children?" Janice asked in a husky voice."Christine wasn't home, but Jason was."Janice's cupped and lifted her breasts. "Go on." Have you had a sixteen-year-old boy?" Janet asked as she raised her skirt and spread her legs."Yes I have." Janice replied as she closed her.