It was uncontollable.After a couple of minutes, she came over, and said "thanks for watching, that was really good". I cleaned up, and went off to bed... but I couldn't sleep for thinking about what had just happened.Next day, it was as if nothing had happened, but for the next month or so, virtually every night she's say 'watch me', and the same thing happened. As you can imagine, after a month of watching her masturbate, I was horny as hell to fuck. I was going to ask her that night if she. That seemed to be a common denominator with older folks these days. They all wanted to pretend things hadn’t changed and that they could do the same things they did when they were still in high school. I didn’t think that was my attitude because I never was one to follow the herd.I studied on her question for a moment and then replied, “Honey, I guess I am closer to being a young folk, but the simple truth is, somedays, Daddy feels a lot older than he really is in terms of actual years”I. "I looked up in shock at her. I stammered out some inane nonsense about being flattered. She came to the couch where I was sitting and sat down next to me."Have you ever kissed a woman?" No." Would you like to kiss me? I want to kiss you."She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth softly and slowly her hand stroked my hair gently as she pulled me in and deepened the kiss. I felt her hot little tongue slide into my mouth and a part of me said I should not do this but I had to admit it turned me on. That was part of my side of the agreement as Jason explained it to me: to always make myself presentable, attractive but always dressed appropriately for every situation. I never failed to look like perfection, turning heads at every public function.It came as no surprise when Jason's lawyer explained that it would all go to his only son Tony. Jason was always a businessman after all. I was disappointed, of course, hoping that his death would change the path of my life. Evidently, it was not to.