”They both grinned as I finished speaking. Mom reached down to Ellen’s pussy, Ellen reached down to my mother’s. Excited and fascinated I watche... as their fingers sank deep into each other.“Remember” Mom gasped, leaning into Ellen’s ear “When we used to do this as k**s?”“Mmmm.” Ellen hummed “And what used to follow!”The room no longer smelled of alcohol, but of the excited aroma of two overheated cunts and one strained cock!I wondered what the pair of them used to get up to in their youth?. I gave saree and jewelry and asked her to dress up she threw away in anger and yelled at me and I said “sorry” and was about to leave that’s when she picked them up and went in(that trick always works trust me) I knew this was chance so I took the oil poured it almost near the door(so that she falls down and I can catch her like in the movies)she came out and was standing near the door she was looking like a fucking goddess!!! that black saree enhanced her chocolaty complexion the saree was see. "Want to look around inside?" she asked. "Some of the furniture is fairly good. And the old wallpaper is still hanging on in some of the rooms. Then we can haul down the quilts." She turned to Steve, who was just coming around the corner of the house with an icebox."We're going inside for a minute," she said to him. "Why don't you guys get out some of those lovely K-Mart lawn chairs we bought last week?" Then she and Nicole and I walked up the rickety wooden steps to the back door.Nicole was. Likely had been lit ... since 1915.In the elevator was an iron wheeled wood handled dolly. I shrugged, grabbed the dolly single handed and slid the drill motor ... mostly by pushing it with my feet (Quite a Feat) ... onto the dolly. I stacked the tool box on top and squeaky squealed my way to the elevator, shut the counterweighted horizontal rattly doors and pushed the (1) down button. I raced it down the stairs. I won.Kenny was in no mood. Since draft beer was a quarter a glass and he had.