Joyce’s tits were not much bigger than two above average oranges and for being over seventy years old they did not hang low like I had envisioned ma...y times while jacking off. Her nipples were hard as I gently began twisting and pinching them between my fingers.“Hmm that feels really good, I can’t wait to feel your lips on my nipples.” Joyce said as she reached down and took my cock in one hand.“If my knees could stand it I’d get down on them and suck your cock again.” Joyce said with a. On my next thrust, my ninth overall, I knew it was going to be over very soon. I felt waves pumping out from my cock and I felt my balls loading up for a salvo. Oh god, oh no, shit baby, shit! You gonna cum baby?! Oh I know, I know . . its just too great of a pussy huh? Oh baby, I am so lucky you found me, this pussy deserves a great dick! I pulled back and stared down at her pussy for the first time in detail. It was shaved bare, and the lips were tight with no curtains to be seen. It was. 7pm came around quickly and I headed downstairs, just before the hour. Gillian and Jo were already sat at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio, chatting and laughing, the table already set for the three of us, with the chicken carved and a huge bowl of salad, with condiments, in the middle of the table. Jo poured me a glass of wine and we proceeded to eat. As we did, the conversation flowed easily and spanned many different topics. We laughed and smiled as we talked. She had to help Mrs. Cassidy to get rid of Frank! None of the Cassidys had known about the aging valet's growing eccentricities, but the household staff had been fully aware that Frank was no longer the willing, silent servant he had been for all those years. Not all of them knew that he had been called up to Mrs. Cassidy's room to assist her in her terrible need when she was consumed by the fiery lusts of the sex drug, but Ella knew, and she could see the ravages the experience was making upon.