“Some one’s pleased to see me,” she said as she rubbed up against my cock with her lacy panties.Taking the breakfast outside she slipped her bra...and knickers off before sitting down. We talked about what to do today and she wanted to go and look at some old stately house, we got ourselves sorted and in to the car. She was dressed more like the old age pensioners that visit these places, white blouse and long skirt with hand bag.Starting the car, I knew different, pulling her skirt up revealing. My mother made something very similar, and the smell brought back flashes of home. The wine was a local favorite, Bright Lake Gold, a nice white with a touch of green that had a pleasant aroma, a pleasant taste and a clean finish. Perfect accompaniment to the mix of strong flavors the stew and the salad presented.The entertainment was a couple, Mark and Toy. Mark played the Cuesta and Toy the Guitar. They were proficient, and both had pleasant, if unremarkable voices, and the songs they did had. My hands slid from her head to her shoulders, tracing casual lines over her bare skin with my eyes closed and my head back and mouth open, relishing the attention she was lavishing on me. She took her time at first, increasing my arousal, tormenting and tantalizing me. I leaned back against the tile wall, feeling the cool on my skin in sharp contrast to her warm mouth and resisting the urge to thrust my hips. Waves of pleasure billowed out through my body, enhanced by my occasional glances to. I grabbed a couple of PBRs and we sat down on the couch. I can't even remember what we talked about for 10 or 15 minutes, but he'd obviously been nervous when he came in, and chatting like we were just buddies seemed to put him at ease. Finally, as I was reaching the end of my beer, I decided he was waiting for me to take charge and figured I'd go for it."So, when are you gonna ask to see it?" I said.He gulped visibly and his eyes flickered down to my crotch and back up as he laughed nervously..