Apparently it wasn’t enough for her; I felt her hand move over my tired penis.Life began to creep into my wet, limp organ as her warm hands enclosed...it.“Careful” I hissed,.]“I’m tired and so’s it!”, I said to her drunken naked form in the darkness.She giggled, “We’ll see about that “ she said.I knew it was the beer talking, but I didn’t object, Her hand massaged my tired organ as her other hand and tongue explored the length of my tired naked form, I lay helpless as she ravaged me, Finally I. The end of the hall was where my grandmother's roomwas at one time. I figured it was converted to a spare bedroom. Openingthe door I was shocked to find it was just like she was still living init, 5 years after she had passed away. Not covered in dust but clean andvacuumed. I realized my Mom must have left it that way because she couldnot bear to change it. I flipped on the light in her on-suite bathroomand it was still stocked with her toiletries, and hairbrush on the sink.Now, this you. As they drew closer, Cindy's mouth got dry. It was Jane. For some reason, Jane scared the hell out of her, but she had no idea why.The tall woman rose gracefully and greeted them, once they were in the shade. She was completely nude, and like Arianwen, completely devoid of hair from the neck down. This woman was almost overwhelmingly beautiful. Large, heavy breasts that were perfectly shaped and seeming completely ignorant of the law of gravity. Large, dark, pierced nipples. A perfectly flat,. ." Brush Cut admonished at Fred's dubious look. "It's no problem if you don't want it ... Spread your legs -- I need to get at your ass." That got him another look, but Brush Cut waggled his currently limp dick, "C'mon! I'm gonna get THIS in THERE? Trust me!" Awright," Fred spread his legs and scooted down -- and felt Brush Cut's finger at his asshole. Brush Cut just looked at him, jacking him until he settled back -- but Fred wasn't letting anything pass his bunghole..."Pull your legs up, Man.