1st thing I noticed was how she was dressed. Tight white skirt, tan hose, white stiletto heels (my weakness is hose and heels) and low cut blouse. For...a 50 something grandma she looked hot. I looked at her car a bit and tried to figure out what was wrong. I got soaking wet but could not get it started. I told her I would drive her home and look at it tomorrow when it was dry.She thanked me and got in my car. I could not keep my eyes off her legs. I made small talk and told her she was too drunk. I started sucking. I could feel it grow hard in my mouth which was a big turn on. His cock was bigger then my boyfriends and it was all I could to shove the entire rod down my throat. Outside I could feel Heather sliding my cut of jeans down over my hips along with my panties. As my mouth worked on the dick that was in my mouth Heather buried her face between my ass checks, eating my asshole out. The more she licked the faster I sucked. It didn't take long before I could feel myself on the. Her glance indicated she'd been through this ritual before. She walked around the vehicle to the passenger door and opened it, curtsying as she did, giving me a quick view of her soft feminine cheeks; her waist so slender and dainty in her maid's uniform. I heard Blanche rise from her seat and strut over, I wanted to turn and look at her but daren't; I smelt her sweet scent as and felt her warmth as she stood above me, tapping my erect cock with a cane she held as I marvelled at the two females. "Does this mean you had a good day or less good day?"He chuckled before answering, "It was just a day, I suppose. But I had this idea pop into my head hours ago and its been distracting me since then." What kind of idea?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed at the mischevous glint in his eyes."It's a game, really, and one I think you'll like," he said while his hand slid inside her panties under her dress."I like how this game begins," she said with a sigh. He slipped two fingers into the top of.