Before her sitting on the edge of a large polished table was a tall slim man with sharp hawkish features, pale skin and dark hair swept back exposing ...is prominent widow’s peak. His dark set grey eyes were dark and cold, his lips thin, he wore a deep burgundy velvet jacket, his long delicate fingers held a smoking cigarette.He appraised her slowly before he spoke.?Lady Blackwood, it’s regrettable I had to have you bought here, you could have just given my men what they wanted and gone on your. That private comment made her smile. It was one of the perks that had developed over these last months. Sex had been a 'no', 'no' at the beginning of the year, now she found it was a definite 'yes' and unbeknown to her husband she had been rooted by other men, besides the elders and pastor of the church she attended and that including Greg who was her husband co-worker. She may be 62, but she had a good figure, despite the fact that some would call her overweight, her weight was in good. As soon cock sprang out and hit her nose, she released a big gasp and mouthed,”fuck! its big!”. Even Jo had a defensive expression. I tried to go back to sit but Alisha held my cock and put it into her mouth.Now I knew all of us had crossed the last boundary and I just stood there getting an amazing blowjob from the bombshell. Alisha was sucking on my cock like a beast. She would remove my cock and lick it up and down and then give a nibble on the head. In sometime I noticed the rest also had. .. if you could read and write back then, you were considered really lucky. She was the only one in her new little family that could read OR write." She sat there smiling at me, "In fact, like most great women of her time, she would teach her children to read as well... I even think she taught Great, Great... Great Grandpa Sam." She touched me on my nose with the end of the paper, "Besides, writing with those quill pens wasn't that easy."I looked at her picture again and the way the blacks.