That was a lie. I let him finger fuck me. In between, he took my skirt off too, and I was standing there, naked as he finger fucked me. And he made me...cum.” “And?” I asked. “And not too much, although I see this is all turning you on.” she said, touching my erect cock. “After that I felt guilty, so I told him to go away. He said that was not fair and that I should help him cum, but I refused. He started unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out, but I said if he did, I would scream and call. ’ She led me to a side entrance hall and we climbed the stairs to the upper floor. As we went she said that she and he had been fuck buddies at one time, then he met and married Jenny. They had had a couple of threesomes, more fun than serious, so he knew Tanya’s weakness for a pretty girl. At the top of the stairs was a spacious landing with several doors and a hallway leading off. There were a couple of pieces of erotic art on the walls, relatively tame, more sensual than anything. She led me. Might as well make it two more cocks, one for my ass and one for my mouth. How would you like to see cum running down my chin and my tits while I ride you and feel another cock rubbing against yours inside of me?"Needless to say, that was more than I could handle. I exploded into her with an intensity I haven't felt in years."Don't you think you're done yet! I'm not done so you're not done."The surprises were just beginning. She lifted herself off of me, swung her legs around and pressed her. In my case, it was becoming something of a necessity.As it happened, I did see someone from the neighborhood -- Mrs. Schmidt from across the street. When I walked out to pick up the mail, she asked me, with eyebrows arched, who I was.I told her. I explained that Granddad was off on a trip, and I was house-sitting for the duration. It helped, I think, that I bore at least a vague resemblance to the old man who lived there.She bought my story. Mrs. Schmidt, a young married woman in her mid-30s,.