I wash him the same way as he did me. I start low with the legs. Nice legs of a man who has walked all of his life. Sprigs of dark hair dust his caves...and thighs. I keep switching hands so as to keep him guessing. One hand will hold, one hand to lather. Back and forth. Before long I can feel him humming just like me.I think about coming around to wash his front, but I stay behind him. I want him to feel as comfortable with me as possible. Seeing a woman seems to make him all starchy and he gets. Even as we kissed, I turned her and took a step toward her bedroom.Tami pulled away. I was surprised."Tony, have you met my grandmother?"My head jerked toward the sofa where an older woman was sitting, her hand covering her mouth."Uh..." Tony, I've heard so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true."I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday.It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle. She did so. She had never felt so helpless, even when he had tied her up. She was lying almost naked on the floor with her legs spread before him, while he, fully dressed, stood over her, looking down.“Put your hand between your legs.” She did so. “Now...do what I was doing.” She began to stroke herself, her mouth open, her lips trembling, her gaze never leaving his.“Fingers inside.”She slipped her first two fingers inside herself and began sliding them in and out as he had done. Her. See you in a bit.” “Sure.” I cut the call and addressed ma’am. “Leo will be back soon, we better finish up.” “Your cock seems to want the same thing,” she replied. Looking down I could see what she meant. The veins on my penis were evident more than ever and the head was turning a dark purple. Without wasting any more precious time, I popped my cock back in her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head with both my hands and repeatedly moved her head towards me and away from me forcibly. She went.