After finishing my lemonade I stayed up and watched a little TV hoping to unwind. I was anxious, tense and still a bit horny as I walked down the hall...and went in the bedroom to undress and hopefully go to sleep. It was so hot I just took off my clothes and laid on top of the bed in my boxer briefs. I left the bedroom door open and the air from the fan felt good as the breeze wafted over my tense body. I listened for Grandma's breathing across the hall and fantasized a bit about seeing her. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my suspenders. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no. We got there a bit before 8, still early on any night. We ordered drinks and played pool, bullshitting with regulars and hustling new guys for drinks until about 10:30. By then the bar was well attended and several of Becky's friends had shown up. Carl made the rounds, see who was responsive and who wasn't, sizing each one up as if searching for a particular girl."Look at him, he's looking for something, but I can't figure out what.." I said to Becky so nobody could hear our conversation."I. The instant that I felt her lips around the tip of my penis as she held it tightly with her hand, I exploded into her mouth.At least the first gush went in her mouth, she pulled my cock out of her mouth as soon as she felt my semen erupting. Then four or five gushes jetted all over her face while she just remained still as though frozen.But much to my surprise she once again open her mouth around the head of my erection and she began to suck.Even though I had just had a climax I could feel my.