There was a separate shower and bath, a two sink vanity and even a couch. Imagine, Katherine thought, a couch in a bathroom! Only in California. The n...xt door opened into a room with a perfectly made bed, stately furniture and few personal effects. It was obviously a guest room, and seemed to be where Vic was staying. At least he has the decency not to stay in my Aunts own bedroom, she muttered inwardly. Opening the third door, Katherine heard herself gasp. There was no doubt who this room. “Your mind now and i'm not letting you go,” he whispered to her making her worried and horny at the same time. He keeping fucking her to an orgam before cuming inside of her, his cum spilling out around his cock. The cuffs and chain disappear leaving only the collar. She sat on the edge of the bath “whoa that was..... intense.” she said looking to him almost glowing “I can’t wait to do it again,” he said sitting beside. “No fucking way, this is fun but your a dick i could never do this. Then she straightened up suddenly. I almost thought that she'd heard me. But she looked off in the direction they'd come in. I saw her looking towards the beach and checking to make sure that everyone was there."Why'd you stop?" he asked."We're just getting started," she said. She reached down and pulled her panties down and bent forward. In a few minutes he was grunting away behind her."Just remember those younger girls are prettier," she said. "But they won't do everything that I will. And. He lifted a Mason jar. It held a clear liquid. He brought the jar to his lips. The liquid touched his lips. It flowed into his mouth He swallowed the liquid. He coughed. The liquid spilled over his undershirt. The undershirt was threadbare. It was yellowed like the old man and in places it bore holes. He sat the Mason jar back on the porch. It landed with a thud. He placed his hands on his lap and he faced the sun. His eyes closed. The empty neighborhood belonged to the old man and the old tom.