She took her slippery finger out of her pussy and moved it to my asshole. She played at the entrance while sucking my cock deep and hard. She waited a...few seconds then slipped the finger back to her pussy to get more of her milky cum and the directly into my ready and willing asshole. All the way in. In one motion, very slow, all the way to her other folded fingers. Once in she started to bend it to and fro. She started to make it squirm around and kept putting pressure on my prostate. Sucking. She then glanced down at her shuffling feet as if being cross-examined by Perry Mason. I finally broke the silence."You smell wonderful. Do you taste just as good?" There was no need for her to reply. I walked past her quivering body before stopping and speaking firmly. "Dorothy, go to your bedroom and undress. Then meet me in the kitchen. Be sure all the drapes are open." She was whimpering either from embarrassment or excitement. Did she even notice I addressed her so informally? As she fled. I may have been a nonagenarian, but I still knew about caller id and programmable ring tones. Granted, my experience was mostly second and third hand."Hi Kelli, what are you doing for the Fourth of July?" You're calling to ask for a date a month in advance? This isn't what I expected when you said you'd call later in the week," she said with 'tease' dripping from every syllable."No, I'll probably give you a call tomorrow afternoon to ask about the coming weekend, or next week, but in the. The guy slipped into position behind her, pressed himself against her ass, and cupped her breasts with his hands. She looked down, saw the color of his hands, looked back up at me with an evil grin, blew me a kiss and turned to face him. I returned to our table by the dance floor and settled in to watch the show.At once I could see that they were swapping spit already and his hand was under the front of her little dress. The next time they turned I could see that his fly was down and her hand.