Anyway, after a couple of weeks where sex – I could hardly call it 'making love' – was sporadic and perfunctory, a Saturday came round where I dec...ded I had to lay the law down. She'd come in again after midnight – I stirred enough to check the time – and in the morning I waited in the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker when I heard her moving around. It must have been nearly ten when she walked into the kitchen and I handed her a mug of coffee."Thanks, Love," she said, taking it, and sipping. Personally, I prefer Tanqueray. Proper London gin.’ And she poured a generous slosh into each glass. ‘Cin Cin,’ she said. ‘Bottoms up.’I took a sip. It was not at all what I was expecting. As I said, I’d only ever had gin with tonic. Mrs Hattersley’s little concoction was very different. It was cold – but not too cold. In fact, as it crossed my tongue and slipped down my throat, it seemed, for a brief moment, almost hot. And there was a. She pulled them down to my ankles. She knelt down and removed my shoes and socks so I could step out of my pants. Once naked, Lacy teasingly bit my ass cheeks as she reached around and started stroking my hard cock. I instinctively leaned forward a bit and she ran her tongue up and down between my cheeks until she found my asshole. She rimmed me while stroking my hard meat. I moaned out loud to let her know how good that felt. Her other hand found my shaved ball sack from between my legs and I. On my request, she removed her top and said, “Yeh le. Dekh le ache se.” It was too much for me. The girl I love most is standing in front of me topless wearing only shorts.My dick was again restless. I was not able to understand what should I do. I asked her if I can touch them. She asked me to shut up. I said please. While talking my hand was continually rubbing my dick. She finally agreed, I approached her and started massaging her soft melons, she also started to enjoy.After playing with her.