They still make entirely suitable modern ones from vintage patterns, but in keeping with my rituals to the Green Fairy, I prefer the original antique ...nes the best.With the lamp lit, it was now officially l’heure verte, the green hour had begun!I was about to begin the ritual to prepare my first glass of refreshment when the doorbell rang and my evening plans were interrupted and delayed, but not entirely abandoned.“Hi Simon,” the cheerful tall red-haired woman outside cheerfully chirped with. John had then agreed and decided the best time to tell her about the arrangement would be when he had her lashed down to their own bed. In the middle of a long period of forced stimulation, he would get her to agree to attend. And his plan worked perfectly.….John turned off the engine and looked around at the cars parked in Steven’s curving driveway. An Aston Martin DB11, a Mclaren Spider and an Acura NSX were parked closest to his 2008 Honda Accord. His wife eyed the cars and then the front. Then suddenly, she changed tactics, bouncing atop him instead. Her clinging canal slid along his length, immediately triggering an itch in the tip of his cock.“Fuck yes. Fuck yes,” she cried out. He slipped out when she rose a little too high above him, but with the speed of a striking viper, she grasped his slippery organ and jammed it back inside her.She rode him with wild abandon – bouncing, rocking, circling her hips. All the while, her fingers moved between her legs, stimulating her. ‘Oh,’ I thought tomyself, grandma and grandpa must just be getting up. As I approached their room to say good morning thedoor was slightly ajar. I was surprised to see nakedflesh moving on the bed. Quietly I peeked in to seegranny kneeling at the side and over grandpa strokingand sucking his erect cock. Her beautiful gray headbobbed up and down as she licked and sucked. Grandpa was a handsome gray haired man in his sixties,six foot four with a little pot belly and a dick todie.