The only thing strange about them was that about once a month an old guy used to visit, stay overnight and then leave.However, I had not seen him for ...he past three months. Now, not in my wildest imagination did I think this old couple were sexual in any way. But they definitely were as I found out, when Stan knocked on my door one Saturday. He asked if he could come in and talk to me in confidence – man to man, were the words he used. Looking nervous, he accepted the invitation of a cup of. He pushed the cum on my face with his finger into my mouth. I was too horny too allow him free and I wanted to have his cock inside me again. I sucked on his cock hard, keeping him hard, and wanked it at the same time, even though I felt him softening. I told him, "you loved fucking my ass bareback hey?" He did not answer, just took in a deep breath. I said, “Next time, you gonna squirt in my ass, fucken hard.” His cock started to get hard again. He knelt between my legs and tried to push. "Good morning Miss Lane," the driver said opening the door for me whenI met him on the pavement."Morning Jimmy." I said with a bright smile, "Where we going today?" Not far Miss, just Kingston upon Thames."Ninety minutes later I was being ushered into a very nice house by auniformed housekeeper.Wondering what was going on as she led me into 'the drawing room' andfetched in a tray a coffee saying, "Madam will be with you shortly MissLane."A few moments later a small bird like lady with piercing. "Got more important things that I am working on right now," Ray said to her, looking straight into her eyes.Alan introduced himself once he was at the mic. The applause in the little place was staggering. He tuned his Fender Strat, adjusted the controls on the amp, and launched into his version of "Hound Dog."Ray laughed at the enthusiasm that Alan played with. He sang with the sneer and the hips wiggling. The only thing missing was a full head of hair and a jumpsuit.He could hear Dana laughing.