He was an older man, in his early fifties, in good condition, large, strong. His hair was balding and what little remained was close shaved. His face ...as weathered, craggy and worn lines grooved down like a map on his leathery skin. “Take off your wet things.” Another smile was given, almost feline in its quality. “Do you have a robe of something I could put on?” she asked, expecting to be directed to the bathroom. “No I don't, but take off your wet things .. now.” “I came here to..” “I know. He set about gradually whisking egg yolks over a supple heat for the hollandaise sauce. In a graceful move he turned to pull out the home-made biscuits from the stove and brushed them lightly with butter. Pleased with his breakfast cuisine he soothingly took hold of Savannah’s foot and kissed her pretty toes. “Hungry?” He asked leaving a trail of kisses along her slender leg making his way up her inner thigh. Something shifted in Savannah. She found herself roughly rubbing her wet pussy. No it was no way around any longer. I got her down on the bed, and ripped her panties off. Got her laying on her belly and I got my face down between her cheeks and started licking her from behind. She tried to move but I hold her down and my tounge flickerd her anus. I moved up and grabbed my cock and pushed it against her pussy..She was soaking wet, and I got my cock in her, and it wasso lovely, tight and warm. She started to breath harder and I was so close to cumming. I backed off and moved. What’s now?I asked without looking.Sorry for the disturb Bikash.Oh it’s okay. Don’t worry.Bikash, can you help me?Me?I turned. She was getting problem in feeding. She was managing her shawl by one hand and the child by other. And the child’s lips got slip from her nipple.Let me handle him.I offered. She was sitting left to me and feeding her left boob. I handled the child so that he didn’t slip. She covered my hands. My hands were on her lap and were very close to her right boobs. Suddenly the.