“Oh Jason, your so bad.” She said with a smile, and a gasp as I found her G spot.She was squirming on the desk her head to the sky, “I’m about...to cummmmm.” She screamed. I quickly pulled off her pussy. “You bastarddd.” She yelled and slapped me. I pulled her off the desk and forced her onto her knees and took my shorts off.“Shut up, and suck my dick, like you mean it.” I demanded. I sat there and waited for her to go down onto me, “Hey what’s the hold up?” I asked her.“It’s so big Jason.” She. She pictured Salem with her tight athletic body swirling her tongue around her asshole. The thought of Salem blowing on her asshole wracked her body with orgasmic pleasure. She squirmed on the shower floor, and her hips thrashed back and forth. Her tiny brown butt squirmed, as her hand rubbed her pussy faster and faster. Her final low moan was met with small laughter from outside the door. Her ears perked up, and heart dropped as she realized who it was. She screamed, Damnit, motherfuckin. To my surprise she reached up and held the back of my head and held my lips tight to hers — surprisingly strong for a frail lady in her nineties! When we parted, I sat next to her. I’m not sure if I sat down, or my knees gave out. My cock was throbbing — I was desperate for a wank. Despite all this she was still half-asl**p or more, fiddling absent minded with the buttons on her dress. I so wanted to take advantage — I didn’t care about her underwear any more, just what she had in them. ‘Len?’. "Just then the bathroom door opened and Susan stepped into the room. Everyone went silent. She was wearing a dark wig with a short black dress that showed her legs off nicely. The thing was no one would be looking at her legs as the dress was cut very low and most of her tits were exposed. I never realized Susan could have that much cleavage. I also wondered how she could have so much flesh showing without her nipples in sight."Where in hell did you get that dress?" I demanded. "Did you mug a.