How come she was letting him place his hand under her blouse? Did he have his hand over or under her bra? I knew for a fact that she would never allow...me to touch her like that and yet she was permitting him to touch her in places where I knew she would never allow me. I then began to feel sorry for myself. Ever since I could remember I had always taken care of her and not once had I tried to touch her in such a way.The erection in my pants was now rubbing against the side of the house as I. Blood rushed down and my dick grew to stand by size.She must have noticed it because she stared a bit too long at my crotch.Discretion being the better part of valor, I walked out of the room to get our coats.When I came back she had finished her conversation and looked at me with a tilted head, thinking hard and analyzing me. “So” she started “will you be dad or date tonight?”That stopped me right in my tracks, I hadn’t considered that. I was more than twice her age so it might come up, either. But he wasn't cleaned up. He was slouching, bent over the bar on his elbows. Wearing a rumpled gray suit, his shirt no longer starched and white, a striped tie hanging around his neck like a noose. His eyes were bright, the rye hadn't clouded them so completely yet, but they burned cold with precious little life. He was dying, this handsome man, right before my eyes.I watched as he lifted the glass to his mouth, tilting his whole body back, the way inexperienced drunks did it. A little shiver. “Please sir, do you mind if I get another shake sir, I would really like one while you smell my knickers sir” she sighed softly as her small fingers enveloped my throbbing cock gently pulling the skin back exposing the swollen head. She teasingly licked around the head looking up as if she was waiting for an answer.I was on another planet as I held her dirty panties close to my face, sniffing and licking the gusset so I considered myself too busy to answer but edged my arse closer to the edge.