Looking at her you would not think she was in anyway sexual. And like a lot of oldies in their early eighties, she wore simple shift dresses that hid ...heir fat bellies.The rain had stopped customers coming and so it was a slow day. I was rearranging some books and Elsie was behind the counter just seemingly daydreaming. I noticed that she also had one hand between her legs and was moving it ever so slightly. The dirty old bitch, I thought. Not one to miss an opportunity I crept round her back. I'll be gentle. I have lube. Give me what I want."She doesn't even hesitate. Jesus, what kind of slut have I raised? My daughter snatched the bill from my hand and - just like that - her little sphincter is pressed against the hole.Once she's in position, I waste no time, bending forward to get a good look at my girl's asshole. It's magnificent. Pink, puckered, perfectly smooth. I move forward and give it a deep, slobbering French kiss, slobbering down her crack, listening to her groan. She. She backed up a little and looked down at the two big puddles of cum she leaned down and started lapping at the thick cum ass up slut....always...ass up she arched her back exposing her ass making her look like a needy whore..hewalked over to her, when there was but a handful of cum left and pushed hisbarefoot in it..and gave her the foot...she looked up at him...he shruggedand smiled...just thought id help some...she bathed his foot with her tongue,making sure to get even between his. She was soon to find out.“Look sweetheart, you are playing a lesbian and how better to learn the role than actually taking part in lesbian sex?” Heather looked straight at her face and could see that Roxanne was looking a little agitated and reddening.“Come here Rox, let me show you what I mean.” She reached over to Roxanne’s shirt and whipped it off over her head then unhooked her bra. Her short mini skirt was next to go followed by her pink panties and, in less than a minute, Roxanne was.