“The bronze colour suits you.” Then he chortled. “It’s my birthday but you’re the one almost wearing a birthday suit.” “Yeah, that’s ...s maybe, but you need to get out of your suit and shower pretty damn quick. This casserole will be served in thirty minutes. So, old man, get to it.” She spun him around and slapped his backside to send him on his way. * Meal over, Eric prepared to pour himself a brandy and Joy said, “Make it a small one. I have plans for you.” “You do... I’m intrigued,” he. I could then tell she was cumming as she jerked several times whilst he slammed in to her. As her climax began to subside he straightened slightly and withdrew. He was frantically wanking his cock,intent i guess on cumming over her pussy.It looked quite big and was very upright and solid.She said something to him and he moved back between her thighs. She gripped the chair once more and spread her legs wide as he shoved his cock back up her in one movement.A dozen or so thrusts later he went. It looked more suitable to a bachelor party than to a celebration of Halloween. She told me to sit down in the "study" and "Madame" would see me shortly. It didn't look much like a study. It reminded me of my Aunt Bessie's "parlor" back home which was reserved for female chatter and the drinking of tea.I didn't know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to find that Claire Poindexter looked more like a mature female in her mid-forties than her advertised age of 57 her sister had insisted. “Give me some of that, pretty please?” Ramona begged Joey for some of his beer, so he brought it to her lips and she drank deeply from the bottle, “not bad, though I’m more of a tequila girl. For all I know, I might not have been a virgin after all!”“Why, because tequila makes girls drop their panties?” Joey taunted Ramona while pounding her fine teenage twat.“Yes, that would be why! Though if I did fuck, I don’t remember, so it doesn’t really count, does it?” Ramona commented while pushing.