Dave is up for promotion and has to go away on a course for a couple of weeks. I tell him that if he can get away and get to our flat for 8 theres a s...rprise for him.I tell Jean to dress in her black Basque, stockings and no panties, she says OK but wear a small thong.8 o’clock theres a knock at the door I tell Jean to get out of sight and not come back in the room until the lights go off and on. I let Dave in and tell him to shut his eyes and flick the lights Jean comes in the room and stands. "Fuck!" he gasped and pushed her head onto him harder, oblivious to the fact this seemed to be her first time sucking a cock. He had to have more and groaned, "Yesss baby. More!" Relaxing further, she swallowed him into her tight throat and purred with pleasure, her pussy dripping while tasting his pre-cum oozing and coating her velvet lining. She kept licking and sucking, her mouth tight around him. Her tongue protruding from her lips added another layer of sensation as she tickled his balls. .. this way. Gosh! you don’t mind, but it’s usual, touching the models to get the pose correct?” I tittered, having bent close, to tap one of her chubby knees. In doing so, I got a close up twat view, seeing a slit with no labia. I stood back and weighed it up artistically and voyeurly. “What about this Derek?” she queried, twisting her bulk, not easily, age and build playing their part, which although not giving me the view, the camera would, as this game old biddy, shuffled sideways, her big. We continued to discuss my relationship with Michelle, my encounter with Daph and Clare’s relationship with Daph for a number of minutes. It got very deep and meaningful and at some random moment we simply stopped talking and walked into each others arms and embraced. A gentle, caressing one that lingered for quite a while. Gradually (and I am not sure who started) it increased in intensity and before we knew it we were both locked in each others arms crying for all we were worth. Long minutes.