Tin Man,” Dorothy said and began to oil his elbows with the oil can.“Ah yes. That feels great!” He happily says.“I can finally move my arms ag...in.”“Do my legs now, Dorothy,” the Tin Man asked.“You really are hot for a man made of tin,” Dorothy flirted as she sprayed oil onto all of his leg joints.“You’re not half bad yourself,” the Tin Man said with a blush as Dorothy continued to oil the Tin Man's body which began to loosen his body parts so that he could move them again.As Dorothy continues. My mom had to pick up two jobs because the c***d support was basically pittance. And, as early as 10, she stopped paying for a babysitter, and I was on my own after school for several hours. Around 12, when I finally realized what I could do with my penis, I also realized how beautiful my mom was. I’m pretty sure she quickly saw how I started looking at her differently because, one day, her bed time clothing changed. What she used to wear, most often, was a shirt that was just a little too. Her head was now between my thighs, her tongue, slowly licking up and down my wet slit. After teasing me for a bit, she moved her tongue into my virgin tight hole. I cannot even find words to describe how amazing her tongue felt, as it entered me for the first time. I think I may have gone to heaven for a split second. She moved her tongue slowly, in and out. As she was tongue fucking me, she played with my clit with her right hand, and her left hand wandered around my body, from my boobs, to. So when Lisa bent over in front of him he grabbed her ass cheek. Lisa giggled and pushed his hand away. She turned and gave him a peck on the cheek. She is always a tease. Grandpa's gnarled hand moved in her halter top and squeezed her quickly hardening nipple. Lisa cooed softly as he kneaded her tender flesh. Let me explain something now. Lisa is a major nymphomaniac. I found that out the year after we married. We had some long nights of discussion and understanding. So we have.