”“I could give you a real good time.”“Possibly. But my wife wouldn’t approve.”“Wife?”“Yes. I’m waiting for her.”“Oh. Er. Bye.�...�“Good-bye.”She vanished down a path, and Patrick tried to go back to Flood’s descriptions of finger markings and incised lines. He’d never thought of himself as prey. He’d have to talk to Rachel about it.She arrived about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin. “My personal nungungi!” she began. “You were right on target!”“Could you elaborate?”“Dr. Garshin thought my. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent. Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A masters finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to. He has white hair and is bald on top. He in knelt between your spread legs as you expose yourself to him and you notice that he has your pussy juice all around his mouth as he smiles at you with his perverted knowing grin. "I told you she was a dirty slut" i say to the old man. He simply smiles at you and says "yes - i can see that - she came in seconds".I then thank him and tell him that he can go - and you watch him leave in his old patterned cardigan and trousers and notice that he is hard. It was a very satisfactory kiss.Isobel sat up and cradled his head to her chest. "I love you," she murmured."And me you." That was said totally seriously then he added, "Pity you aren't a bit taller and then I could get at your boobs."Isobel seized his hair and pulled his head back. "Typical man," she growled and then went on airily, "One day, I may grant you access to them provided you earn the privilege." How do I do that, ma'am, I mean miss." By loving me." I do." More." I can't." Oh, my.