Joan had her new dress on, nothing else except shoes. We sat at the bar and had a drink while waiting for our table. We were served corn chips and sal...a. The salsa was very hot and made us sweat. Joan would wipe the sweat from her chest, pulling the scoop neck further down. Sitting on a barstool was perfect for Joan to flash her mound. When the bartender took our drink orders, Joan bent down towards him as if to better hear him. He got an eyeful of Joan's breasts There was a dancer with. Carrying her in my arms, I started to walk her into my guest house. “No,” she said, “take us to my bed.” I turned around and carried her into the immaculate master sweet and laid her across her California King marriage bed. She crawled to the edge of the bed and took down my shorts to expose my thick 8.5 inch cut cock. “Oh it’s perfect,” she muttered before she began licking my mushroom and taking me in her mouth. Gripping the back of her head with two hands I forced my shaft down into her. Unfortunately, that was my personality and it was unlikely I would be changing this late in the game.“Well, dear, your grandmother is getting along in years now and older people get sick a lot more often than younger folks.”Sally looked up at me with her legs tucked up under her bottom and twirled a wisp of hair in front of her ear with her long, thin fingers that were so unlike mine.“Are you a young folk or an old folk, Daddy?”That was a question that I found on my mind more often these days. " Perfect," I muttered and returned to the task, if sucking cock can be considered a task. I didn't. I considered it a pleasure, especially since I could feel what Jason was feeling. First I explored. I'd been exploring, but now I checked out every surface, every part of his cock and balls. I flicked my tongue everywhere and sucked spots that felt good to Jason - and me. He especially enjoyed my flicking tongue across the top of his crown, dipping into the hole where pre-cum oozed into the air.