Damned churlish.She wasn't looking up at me any more. Her attention was rapt on my trousers. Her arm slipped from mine and traced its way across my tu...my till her two dainty hands were joined at my belt. She loosened it, took hold of the thick tweed and started to undo my buttons. (I've no truck with these modern zips.) There was nothing for it. I had to help her. She soon had my limp bit of septuagenarian masculinity peeping out, and began to fondle it. Begad, it felt nice. No-one had touched. Look, there's something about Randy we might..." I looked off. Mom waited so I got it together and started again. "I happen to see Randy strip and put his stuff in the washer when I got home. I was at the top of the stairs. He didn't see me or know I was there. He was so large in the man department I was shocked. When I say big I mean stunning big. And long. When he turned he flopped around like a fireman's hose. I was just wondering if you knew." No," she said. "I didn't know. Are you sure?. It was a hot day, I had just gotten out of the shower, I smelt of vanilla cookies thanks to a new body lotion I had just bought and I was sporting nothing but my bath towel as I lay back on my big bed. I scrolled through my phone, reading some erotic stories and really getting in the mood, I opened my legs and slipped my fingers into my wet hole, I played with myself for a little while before reaching for my new vibrator. I switched it on and gently eased it into my pussy, the bunny ears. “I’m still eating my breakfast,” I explained. “Can I interest you in bacon sandwiches and coffee?”“Ooh yes,” Mel eagerly replied.“Jacket,” I said to Mel’s back, and indicated a row of hooks just inside the door when she turned to look.As Mel eased herself out of her jacket, I recognised the holes in Mel’s t-shirt. Definitely the same as the day before. I took Mel’s jacket and hung it on a hook.I led the way into my kitchen, where I rescued the bacon already cooking from the grill, replacing it.