Sometimes it was funny as he often mistook Linda for his deceased wife Betty or some old girlfriend. I would giggle when he would do this and grab Lin...a's ass, or her boobs or make some lewd suggestion. Today was one of those days. He thought Linda was Betty. When Linda reminded him today was his birthday he smiled big and asked, "When do I get my usual birthday suck, Betty?" Linda blushed as red as can be, and I stepped forward and said, "Now, seems like a great time, Bill." Linda looked at me. Beneath the brim of her hat she wore dark glasses. Behind the high collar of her heavy bombazine cloak I could see a scarf that seemed to cover the lower half of her face. The puzzle of Estelle's silent and statuesque appearance would, I felt, only be solved by removing her cloak. I unfastened the catch at her throat and drew the cloak from her. The puzzle was immediately resolved.The girl was naked above her skirt. Her hands were fastened behind her back. The scarf was pulled tightly across. "I'm coming, darling!" she said into the top of his head, into the soft hair waved darkly there. "Oh, you gorgeous boy! What a wonderful young cock--oohh, Carey! Ohh!"It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting hotly through her belly, making her thighs snap taut and her ass clench its cheeks. Carey clung to them, held her ass close as if he was afraid to ever let go.Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up, or this young stud would try to fuck her all day long. Prosaic. "I didn't hear anything because they aren't in here," I pointed out before I glanced back down the hallway. "That does leave the bedrooms though."I couldn't resist the urge to investigate even the sexiest and most desirable rooms in the house.I began strolling. "Well, there is Maria's room, but for all I know, she doesn't sleep in there anymore. If she is, in fact, hooking up with her mom, maybe she even sleeps with her too," I theorized, making my way to that closed door.With every step I.