.. ummm... oh shit!" It's ok Janie, whatever it is it's none of my business. I had heard from Joel that you were staying here. I'm sorry about things ...etween you and Hank, I really am."Now Janie looked as if she might really cry.Tim asked, "Janie, would you like to talk for awhile? Maybe I could help. I'm a good listener."Janie sniffled, "Well, it couldn't hurt. Could I fix you a cup of coffee, Tim?"Tim noticed that he couldn't smell any coffee brewing and said, "Janie, why don't I run down to. I would really enjoy your company."Releasing her hand from the door knob, she turned towards him and tried to look at anything, except the large wicked cock, her nephew was displaying. Nervously, she said. "I, I, I, I'd like that."He could tell she was really apprehensive so he told her. "Why don't you go in my room and find me a pair of shorts to wear and once I put them on, we can talk."Feeling a little more at ease, Dorothy told her handsome nephew. "That sounds like a deal. I don't know. . all kinds of sex, and it seems the older we get, the more uninhibited we get. Actually, now that we're home alone, we're practically consumed by sex. I'm a part-time optometrist, now that I'm voluntarily cutting back on my patient workload, and Mary's my receptionist/assistant. We work out of our suburban home, to which my office is attached, so we're never far from our bedroom. On slow days, we watch a lot of Internet porn generally ending in frequent "sex breaks," and more often than not it. As my vagina appeared, she made a slight sound, an agreeable sound. She wrote something on her clip board. Her hand touched my pubic mound, “I hope my hands aren’t cold?” she asked. I was unable to answer. Her hand traced the outer edges of my pussy, I could feel the wetness on my legs. She used two fingers to part my outer labia. Bending over me I could feel her breath on my thighs, as she held my labia open, her finger slid inside, her manicured but short nails disappearing inside me. She.