The phone call was very odd from one of Jacks friends asking about Jacks up and coming birthday, what I had planned, were we going away etc! I told hi... quickly that no plans had been arranged yet and wound the conversation down, wanting to get back to my evening with Jack. As I turned around to put the receiver back on the wall, a long piece of material covered my eyes, and it was gently tied at the back of my head. ‘What are you doing Jack?’ I whispered. ‘Shh, its ok babe. Put your back. The frail, wrinkled, grey haired woman grabbed the front of my pants, wrapping thin, but strong fingers around my stiffy. “C’mon, Don, let me give a good man one last blow job. Hell, I’d like to feel this one inside my old pussy, it feels like a good fat one. Long cocks never did impress me, I like to feel one push the sides out. Tell you what, son, let’s go to my bed, you fuck me, just one time, and I’ll suck your dick, better than you’ve ever had it before.” As I was trying to decide what. I pulled her hand away and smiled, "Unfortunately I did inherit the male refractory period, and I'd rather stay hard until we're finished."She grinned and replied, "Alrighty, then I'll just have to use your butt as much as I want, but I'm not going to finish your cock until I'm satisfied." I groaned and almost came from the feeling of her words sliding over me. "You should get out and wait on the bed, I'll be there when I'm clean." She stood up and slapped me on the ass before stepping out onto. Now that I didn’t have to be home to cook dinner for Cara, I got the 4 to midnight shift, full time, and my tips nearly doubled. I was now making two hundred dollars most nights and when I went to lock my purse in the break room I heard one of the waitresses complaining to the manager that she couldn’t live on sixty bucks per night. Sarah was a doof. She would carry one thing to a table then have to run back to the kitchen for something else. She didn’t fill her salt and pepper shakers before.