She finally got out of the car and approached the apartment door. It was the only walk that was completely cleared of snow. She shivered when a frigid...y cold gust of wind hit her.Samuel had been staring at the distant wall for thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door. He slowly rose and went to the door. He opened the door and looked at the woman standing there. She was bundled up in a heavy coat. Her gray hair was cut short in a utilitarian fashion and was nearly covered by a little. As we climbed the stairs I could see that she was even wetter than before, she was so wet that the inside of her thighs were wet with her juices as it had trickled from her pussy. I grabbed hold her hips and made her bend over right there on the stairs, I spread her arse cheeks again and buried my face in her cunt from behind, she tasted so sweet, as I licked and sucked on her clit, it was like a flood gate opening, her juices started to flow out of her, I love the taste of pussy juice and. It was a couple of guys from the bar, walking home.“Hey…what cha doing in there” one said.“Maybe we should call the cops,” said the other, both of them laughing.I was at a loss. I had no idea what to do. “Oh Shit.” But Jane just looked at me, smiled, and got a strange look in her eye. Blouse still open, pants around her ankles she opend the car door, got out and, my cum starting to drip from her cunt, kneeled on the sidewalk in front of the two guys. She undid their pants and started sucking. Sighing I head to his room to find him laying on the bed waiting for me “Please Uncle, let me sleep tonight surely you have hurt me enough and can’t possible want sex again?” I plead with him too tired to argue “Get on the bed Jane” he demands ignoring my protest. To my surprise as I lay down I see that his clothes stay on “turn around I want to check that you’re not ripped” not sure if this is another trick but wanting to know the answer myself I turn away from him so that he can see my back.