The patio is also where the kids went to mingle. I was old enough to be their mother, but it had never bothered me. Usually there were at least one or...two young people who weren't bothered by it either.Even with the horse head cane, or maybe because of it, I managed to attract some attention. On the patio nobody danced, they just wandered around. I leaned against the wooden rail drinking my white wine cooler. The way Rosewater's made the cooler it was mostly a smooth lemonade. I was enjoying. Everyone wasseated around the dining room table when we walked in. "So, are you all ready for school tomorrow Joan?" Aunt Alice asked. Was Iready for school? Not by a long shot. How could I ever go back there? Icouldn't tell if her question had been one of genuine caring or whethershe was attempting to wind me up. Everyone it seemed, was waiting for myreply."As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I had no idea what else to say. Whatdid she want to hear? That the prospect of going back there. Nice treat comin’ for you any second now…” I’d been tasting a steady stream of salty pre-cum and now he stiffened, arching his back a little and holding tight to my head as he blasted a load into my mouth. I choked and my eyes watered as I worked at swallowing every last drop of that hot jizz. Then he pulled out, leaving just a dribble of spooge on my lower lip. He gently leaned down and kissed me, lapping up that drop in the process. As quickly as it started, it was all over. He’d got his. As bad as I hated to pull my cock out of Bridget’s mouth, I pulled back enough to get it free of her, then reached down to guide my cock up to Britt’s pussy.“YES – FUCK ME – EDDIE!”“Don’t try to make my cock go too deep inside your pussy until we have you slick and wet enough. I promise you, we will get there, but I want you to love my cock, not get hurt by it. Slow down and let me ease my cock inside your pussy a little at a time. You’re getting wet and slippery, and we’re about to get my.