I opened the bottle and let some of the viscous fluid drip onto my cock, rubbing it in and enjoying the sensation and the shiny effect it gave. I then...dribbled some onto the top of her crack and let it flow down."Take your cock and smear the oil around my hole" she said.I pushed the tip of my cock against her hole, feeling the tightness of it as I began to smear it around and around."Good, now hold my hips and start to push into me, but slowly", she whispered.I did as I was asked and the head. Her pussy smelled like fragrance. A fragrance that was pulling me towards it. I removed her lingerie and stared at that pussy for some time. And with a jerk put my mouth over it . I licked all her juices . Inserted my tongue into the clitoris. And bit her pussy while I was kissing. She was out of control. She wanted to hold my head and guide , pull my hare. But there was nothing she could do. She was just moaning hard. And shrieking with joy and pain.I ate all her pussy. Now was the show time.. I realised I still had my life to live. Six months later my husband died of a stroke."Jack asked, "How long ago was that?" Jean replied, "Four years ago but my husband was a lot older than me. He was seventy when he died."They went into the house. It was so tastefully decorated with wonderful Antiques. Jean showed us the garden at the back. It looked wonderful. Jack asked, "How many gardeners do you have?" Jean replied, "Two, one works full time. The other two and a half days a week. I am. "Huh?" Stephen appears at the top of the stairs. He seems confused as to why he is the one it trouble and his face is still a little sore from the slap."I never thought you could be so cruel! Craig wants to reform his ways! I've never been so disappointed in you! Stay in your room for the rest of the night unless you need the bathroom or your allergy medicine!" she shouts before walking off in a huff."But I didn't do anything!" he pleads.***Stephen obeys his mother and stays up in his room.