We just sat on a couch flirting and getting cozy. Before I dropped her off at home she got real quit and strange. As soon as I parked the car she slid...over and started kissing me, passionately and desperately. I responded immediately. As soon as I got my hand under her shirt she moaned, whispered "no" and immediately sat up. She smiled, grabbed her bag, and hopped out of the car. We started doing this two or three times a week, and it ended the same frustrating way, until one night she asked me. Underneath she wore a simple black thong. "Wow, now turn around and show me that ass. Oh man, that's amazing." No argument here. Next to her legs, my girlfriend's ass was definitely her best feature. For the first time, I saw part of the interviewer as he reached out with his arm and cupped her butt cheeks. Even though I knew this was tame compared to what must be coming, I still felt a jolt of jealousy watching another man maul my girlfriend's body, especially since she seemed more than. She was a very petite refined woman, seemed to be 60ish or maybe older. She shook my hand very gingerly and asked me to come in. The house was tastefully decorated, but very dark and cold. Ms. James asked me to follow her into the parlor to discuss my new job. Another room, also well decorated, but also cold and dark. Ms. James told me my new patient, her brother was 78 years old and a former professor. She stated he was cantankerous, insulting and could be downright mean. They’ve lost 10. ”“Yes,” Clint groaned, staring at the door.The footsteps came nearer.Clint ripped his cock out of my sister’s mouth, leaving her shuddering, saliva dribbling down her chin. I opened wide. Clint rammed his dick down my gullet in a single thrust, his balls smacking against my chin.The footsteps passed us.I sucked hard as he drew back. My tongue caressed his dick. I stared up into his eyes—my son’s dark, strong eyes—as he pounded me. His face twisted with pleasure, coming closer and closer to.