Ben had no problem with Betty staying over for a few days. Betty did not object. She did seem to be having a hard time sitting still in her chair. Ben...even asked what her problem was and to stop fidgeting. It was decided that she would go home first then someone would come over later to bring her back, so she could pack a suitcase.The rest of their visit went well. Betty's dress seemed to have dried. The dried cum I left on her chest must have itched as I spotted her a couple of times. "I told him I wanted him to go down on me after you leave. That's why I dressed like this. It gets Tim horny. I'm not wearing panties either if you are interested."I was becoming used to Rose's carefree attitude, but it made my mind up. I knew what I was going to do. During dinner, my dick was stiff, and so were Rose's nipples. After dinner, it took until the second beer before I plucked the courage up to ask."Errm, Tim, what you said, would you mind..." I knew your hand would get tired. You. Brush the hair out, let it fall over the shoulders, and put in the silver barrette for contrast. A bit of mascara, and a quiet lipstick like “Truly Toffee” should fill out the look of a good Catholic girl. I slipped on my Navy Caridad pumps. Leather upper, square toe and a two-inch heel with good arch support. Mmm, good shoes feel good. I tucked my keys into my blue purse, turned out the lights, closed the door, and left.Georgetown has good roads, so the ten-minute drive was peaceful. I do. “You say you will give me a home if I do this?” she whispered. Bill nodded. “Yep, just Paula ... er I mean pull on that schlong sweetie,” he told her. She did and he groaned, as she rubbed. His audible expression was drowned in the rounded cultured words of Mandela. “My nation’s gift to you is Frankie. One of the famous team of Soweto child gangsters, but now tamed and straight. He is yours to do with what you wish,” said the old grey haired man with pride. “Now you’re talking Grandad,”.