I can't do that, you see. I have Type 2 diabetes, and I take medications that make it difficult to get an erection---and, I'm much older than her. But...she wants a baby, and I want her to be happy. Having a baby will do that, so..." He didn't finish the sentence. There was no need to do so. I understood perfectly what the dilemma was that he (and she) were facing.I didn't want to seem overly eager, so I sat there a few moments, as if I was thinking about his proposition---and then I replied:. I held onto his soft hair as his tongue danced around my pussy. I clenched on tighter and tighter as he got closer to my clit. "No not there, Mr. Pa-"I was cut off by my own ' mmm' s and ' ahh' s. He was really going for it, almost in a dog-like manner. But I didn't care. Mr. Patterson was eating me out. He then began flicking at my clit with his tongue as he gently slid his index and middle finger inside me. My pussy lips immediately tightened around him. My breathing grew heavier and I. She was wearing a pretty robe that I had seen her wearing several times through her and Tim’s bedroom window. Their bedroom is just a few yards away from my bedroom, and I’d watched them enjoy what I thought was really wild and furious sex several times. I wondered if they knew I could see them and were putting on a show for me to enjoy. Whether they knew or not, I enjoyed jerking off while watching them. Heather walked up to me, smiled, winked, and asked, “Are you ready”? I answered simply by. We kissed deeply, with my harder than ever dick pressing into her through my pants. I felt her breasts, and she reached down to rub my dick. I slid my fingers down to her basketball shorts. She instantly pulled them down and thrust my fingers inside of her. She had pulled my cock out and was rubbing it, which felt so good. We took off our clothes, and she lay on her back, spreading her legs as I requested. I rubbed her clit and got in three fingers, watching her wriggle and try to keep quiet.