So, I was proud to show it off by wearing my uniform trousers slightly too tight and no underwear. Now not all the ladies were what you would call ‘...p for it’ but there were enough. My first was Janet. She was in her late seventies, pretty and nice and plump with nice big titties. And she made it plain that she was interested in extra activities when she complained of back pain and asked me to give her a massage.Arriving in her well-appointed suite of rooms, she wore a simple nightgown that was. She cried out and was taking deep breathes as her juices flooded my mouth.The weight of her body was on my mouth.Her drippings were running down my chin then down my neck.Then suddenly I got a blast of pussy juice squirting up my nose into my eyes as she screamed out "oh fuck you old perv you made me squirt shit." She gritted her teeth saying "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck yes fuck yes you old cunt whore fuck that is fucking great."I was soaked as she stepped down off the chair.She leaned down. It was a very tight fit.She took a deep breath, sighed out, "'sblood," and bounced to and fro, rogering me to a fare thee well. When she came she battered her forehead on my chest, and when I came she clawed hard at my ribs but held tight until I was done swelling, jumping and ejaculating. Then she lowered herself to her stool, tucked my spent member out of sight, wiped her fingers on my britches, buttoned me up and stepped down."That was powerful good," she said, licking her lips. "You're a. Please?” I said a little more assertively.“We have no secrets from each other anymore Charles—We have had this discussion. Go ahead and tell me in front of everyone—It’s all right?” she said.“OK, but at least, everyone, please sit down?” I asked.They did, although they were looking around at each other, wondering what could be so serious. I went to my mom, sat down next to her and took her hand.“Dad is dead,” I said.“What?” was her one-word response, looking around and grabbing for Sarah’s.