. I still kept fondling her boobs and kissing her all over and was hard back.. . She came to senses and started stroking it with hand and then gave bl...wjob and it was best I could have.. . We changed to 69 and enjoyed our session. .. Her boobs were making me mad and I was fondling them all the time.I mouth fucked her and she drank all the cum. . I inserted again and fucked her slowly. .she was making moans and was rubbing her pussy and was in unconscious state I just kept ramming and was. Old Morey had swept and salted the steps clean from the latest snowfall so Boo and I stomped our boots carefully, shaking off the loose snow particles that happened to linger on them. The little bell that hung above the door tinkled out our arrivals aw we opened the huge old wooden door and Morey, looking up at us from his account book, peered at me with a scornful eye over the tip of his spectacles that perched precariously at the tip of his hooked nose. ‘G’day, Henry,’ he murmured. ‘G’day. Here I was, salivating over a guy!! Yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world to me. I invited Bill in, and took his hand and led him out onto the rear deck where Bob was waiting. The men shook hands, and Bob poured drinks for everyone. We all sat down to watch the sun set, and made small talk. Bill owned a contracting company, which restored old houses. In fact, he had done some work on our house for the prior owners. He was unmarried, partly because the demands of his job didn't. I had work to do. Several long business phone calls and reviewing some recordings for friends took up the afternoon. After some supper, I settled down at my piano to work a bit more on the tune from last night. Of course I lost track of time. I always do. So before I knew it was dark outside. I made myself some tea in my favorite tea pot – the one that had been a gift from a friend in China and returned to the piano just to play. Three or four songs later, I heard a quiet suppressed sneeze from.