“How are you going to put your thing in me if you are sitting down?” she hardly finished her question before his tongue began lapping at her tiny ...lit. “Ooooohhhh! That feels sooooo good!” she reacted with glee. “Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mr. Brooks! Keep doing that! Lick my hot little pussy!” she implored, wiggling frantically under his now darting tongue. “OH YES! That’s IT!” she went on.In no time at all, her tiny body shuddered and shook uncontrollably, as the old man held onto her firm ass. I went downstairs and noticed it was ten in the morning. I hurried over to clean the pool, hoping that Doris was still there. As I rounded the corner, there she was lying on the lounge chair working on her tan. ‘Good morning, Mrs. Canfield.’ I went over to get the skimmer and began cleaning the pool. Doris did not attempt to cover up, much to my delight. ‘Good morning, Randy.’ Smiling at me, watching my every move she laid back on the lounge chair. ‘Almost forgot, happy eighteenth birthday. “That card is linked to an account they have put your reward in. It is thumbprint activated, so you never have to give your name or sign for anything.”“Just remember to wipe the scanner, so you don’t leave your print behind. You can also access the account online by placing the card on your tablet. From what I understand, you can use it as a regular account, and it’s tax-free, and you don’t declare it as income.”“Why the high tech? How much is on the card?” I asked him, looking at the unusual. ‘You should always pour gin onto ice, silly.’ ‘I’ll remember that.’ ‘Good.’ There was no hint of irony in her voice. I got the impression that I was expected to learn and remember. I took the drink to her and she kissed me again. ‘Have a seat. I won’t be a minute then I can give you the attention you deserve.’ I sat and took in her clothes as I am inclined to. She was wearing a pair of very expensive looking black leather trousers which sat high on her waist. Above this, under a chef’s blue and.