His business was thriving and he employed several local men, but he confessed that since his wife had died he'd had little outside of his business to ...eep him occupied. Ellen said that she knew that feeling, too. She was happy in London, living near her family, but she had felt that she was still too young to just sit around and do nothing with her life and she intended to stay active and get involved with village life for as long as she could.Ken's other jobs kept him busy, but a few days. "Tell me what's wrong!" Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly."What?" Sarah asked, confused."I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to do. Please give me an order."Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to have Betty do. Then she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have some time for yourself, right now?" Yes," Betty whimpered with a catch in her voice."OK, while I'm thinking, you masturbate. I don't want you. I laid back on the bed with my legs still hanging off the edge where I had been sitting. He gave me two more orgasms. I was totally spaced out. The earth could have ended, and I doubt I would have noticed.He chose this time to put his front paws on the bed beside me. He gave me a wet kiss. I kind of knew what he was doing, but not really. Eventually I noticed that he was poking his penis at my pussy. I guess I thought about it being perverted, but then he had just given me three orgasms, so I. I can see some of them are quite tasty… even if they are ‘Jail Bait’. Have you ever thought of trying your luck… with one of the more legal ones, that is?’ ‘As if… a Methuselah like me? If I did hit on one of them, she’d probably wet her pants laughing!’ ‘You could get a nice surprise! Don’t put yourself down, John, you’re quite tidy for ‘an older fella’… this is quite tidy too… alright if I hold it for a while?’ ‘Be my guest…’ ‘You can touch my pussy if you like…’ ‘Thought you’d never ask…’.