I was not even going to bother taking off my blouse and bra. I climbed up onto the bed and straddled Ron’s chest. I lowered myself down to a comfort...ble position then slid forward; my pussy was just above his chin. “Do you know what to do?” He flicked his tongue at me as he grinned and put his hands on the cheeks of my butt. “I guess you do.” Some days a tongue was more than an adequate substitute for a cock. And today was such a day.I have to say he was not bad for a beginner. He took long. His parents lived in a small house on the grounds. His father performed as handyman, his mother as the cook. Both of them were country people Jack moved to the city. Harv, at sixty-two, and Mable, as sixty, welcomed me as a member of the family. We saw each other constantly and after eating alone for a week. I invited them to each with me in the formal dining room. Their discomfort at the fancy surroundings faded and we would retire to the living room to watch movies or just talk.It was a week. I shook my hair like a puppy dog doing her best to get dry in a hurry but I knew it would take a lot of sun or even a dryer to do the job properly.I hated using the hair dryer because the feel of the blast of heat on my skin was almost like Chinese torture knowing it was going to get worse before it got better.The French schoolteacher called Monique opened her eyes and silently blew me a kiss and I returned it politely, not wanting to offend her feelings. I liked her well enough, but it was in. But, shockingly, it wasn't his stepsister staring at him incredulously. The petite blonde, unknown to his bulging eyes, must have been a friend of Nicole's. He couldn't speak, so she broke the ice."What have we here?" she said, a wicked smile enlivening her pretty face. "You must be Billy. Nicole has told me all about you. Well, almost everything. She didn't mention that monster between your legs. By the way, my name is Dakota."His eyes grew even wider as she moved toward him. She stopped at.