.. um ... I was thinking we could try kissing like the big kids do. Like they do in France.”Now it was the little girl’s turn to go wide-eyed.“F...ench kissing?” she asked, and then immediately felt like an idiot because of course that was what he was talking about. “With our mouths open and using our tongues?” Again, she felt stupid. What the hell else did “French kissing” mean?Paul was nodding like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, yes exactly,” he told her. “Now, I don’t know if we’ll like it, I mean. ‘I really need the college fund and I only have six months left on my contract and …’ He pulled me to my feet, held my face in my hands, kissed me and said, ‘You have nothing to worry about, trust me, all anyone will see is a beautiful girl, with a killer body out with a hot stud!’ I laughed nervously and asked, ‘What about Kelly? Aren’t you and her a couple? I don’t want to be the other ‘woman’.’ ‘Don’t you worry about her, I have a feeling that she will like what we are doing,’ he said. ‘Now. Back up Sìneadh came, travelling in clumsy cat-licks, back along the lips that Eva was now holding apart – and there was Eva’s clit, impossibly big and erect. As Sìneadh lay her tongue flat on it, Eva’s breathing, which had started as puffs of breeze, found its sound in a grating rattle.Reassured, Sìneadh carried on, along the length of that lovely erect clitoris, down again, up over the belly, around the nipples, up to Eva’s chin, cheek, her forehead, her lips. Their noses banged. Eva’s answer. My work clothes were left in a pile next to her old dress. "You already have a hard-on, son," she noted. I answered, "difficult not to when you serve me lunch with an open dress!" "I'm thrilled you enjoy this over half-century old body," she replied. She then climbed onto her bed and lay on her side facing away from me...I paused to admire the long beautiful curve from her waist, over her hip down the wideness of her thighs, finally meeting her knees...I also got to view her deeply cleavaged.