Having said that she slid forwards on her seat bedside me ... sliding under the large round table in front of us. She disappeared under the table - th... view shielded by floor-length white table cloth.“What the fuck?” I asked myself.I soon felt her hand touching my rapidly expanding cock through my pants ... and then my belt, and zipper being undone. Soon she had set my cock free under the cover of the table cloth.“Yummy” was a muted word that I heard from under the table.Then I felt a wet and. She had however left the decision up to me, but I had to grant that she was right, and so the kids were with her.“Glad you could make it my man,” I said.“Sam, well like I’ve told you before, you call and we’ll be there, man,” he said.“Well, thank you for that. And I will need some help moving. There’s no panicky rush, so let me know what’s good for you and the guys; I’m easy,” I said. “And Jeff, thanks again for coming to my dad’s funeral. It meant a lot.”“It was an honor man, really,” he. This I did and watched as he placed his feet into the knickers one at a time before I began to pull them up over his bum with my face and lips only inches from his delicious cock that I just could not resist as I began to suck and lick it before Matt could stop me, Matt took a step back reaching down for the black satin chemise that he then threw at me and I caught before repeating yet again that I had to get him dressed or he was going to punish me when I had finished. Now I was beginning to. When we lived there, I had done rather well for myself and our home had a pool. My wife would swim every single day. I would finish work, drive home, and I would sit and enjoy my evening pipe as she would swim lap after lap.” His eyes then became less focused and he stared right through me. “It almost felt unnatural to my fingers when her skin was dry.” He loosely opened his hands, his palms facing upward, his fingers caressing something that was not there. He stopped speaking, his gaze.