He reached into a small hidden box and brought forth a joint and offered me to share it with him, I declined and told him that I gave that up a couple...of decades ago, but to enjoy, I’d settle for a cigarette. As we stood there smoking we talked about my mother’s death a year before and my dad’s new girlfriend. The old fart even found a chick (though not young) at 82, I laughed and said “tell him to pound it once for me too.” This was of course a joke, since dad had endured colon. “You are mine now,” that is what he had said to her. Then he had pissed on her, but now he was pampering her. She had to be with him more and learn what he wanted. Yes, that was it; she wanted to know what Bill wanted. When he had shampooed her hair, he even conditioned it. Then Bill proceeded to wash every inch of her body. She got the impression that he was teaching her how to bathe him. Melanie washed his hair and the rest of him. When she got to his cock and balls, she didn’t stop to suck. The three word command had plunged her into a deep hypnotic sleep from which she would awaken refreshed--and without memory if, he so chose."Rebecca..." he said, and the woman raised her lovely face to look at him, a slightly dazed expression on it. "Tell me what it is that really disturbs you about Mandy's choice of lovers." I'm jealous," she said dryly."Would you like to do the things with those girls that Mandy does with them?"The woman moaned and uncrossed her legs. "Yes, God--I'd give. I could see Margret moving from room to room inside. The knee length cotton dress she was wearing accentuated her firm boobs and from the waist it was loose and flowing, allowing her legs to move freely as she walked. I could imagine her pantieless pussy nestled warmly between her thighs, burning to be opened and penetrated deeply.I walked right in and noticed that Margret looked immediately at the bulge in my crotch, she smiled and walked right up to me. Without a word she put her arms around.