Recovering her senses, she called out, “Where’s Harry?”“The bum’s not here.”The reply had two effects on her. It bothered her that the man...referred to Harry as a bum. The deep voice, reminiscent of a Barry White, took her breath away.Sounding more aggressive and threatening than intended, she answered, “Don’t call Harry a bum.”“Hmm, you must be Silvia. He said you would come to help cook,” replied the voice.She couldn’t see his features because of the dark and the distance, but she could see. It was large and fleshy, uncircumcised, about 9 inches long, as big around as Mel's wrist, it looked like old leather, and from the faint scars criss-crossing the skin it had clearly been used for decades in ways that Mel found obscenely exciting.The old woman spoke "be a good boy and help your grand-father Billy.". With an uneasy look on his face, Bill started awkwardly pulling off his shirt and pants, acts that were made more difficult by his broken fingers. Once naked, Mel saw his cock was. “I’ll be out on the sand if you want to find me,” she told Carlos, half-way out the door, knowing he hadn’t really been listening when he gave his “mm hm” response. Cassie paused. Just as she was about to close the door behind her, she looked back at her husband one last time, seeing little more than the frustrated curve on his brow. “You’re not going to spend all day on that damned machine, are you?”He turned to Cassie for a moment to hush her with a smile and a wink. “Sure, babe,” he said.. By this time she had fallen asleep. Even while she slept I kneaded her tits. Before we got to her house I woke her up so she do up her shirt. She reached back to the back seat to retrieve her bra which she stuffed into her purse. We parked and I helped her out of the truck. I walked her to her home. She opened the door. I was going to leave when she grabbed my head and gave me a very passionate kiss. I search her mouth with my tongue. She broke the kiss and asked me if I would spend the night.