I hurried downstairs with the baby oil, I handed it to him; I got back on the couch."Lift up a second," Phillip ordered again.Without thinking, I rais...d my ass up! Again, he lifted my dress up past my navel and smiled to me."It is cold, could you warm it a little?" Phillip asked."Okay, would you like another beer while I am in the kitchen?" I would but, I warn you, that will be beer number five," he warned, "I cannot be responsible for my behavior if I have another one." I'll get you a beer. I pull him into my mouth and begin to suck him, slowly. He groans quietly and I hear her whisper “yes”. I take him all the way in and snake my tongue out to lick his balls a little. Her and I share his cock, our faces close to each other, her hand on his shaft, sucking and licking and passing him to me. I feel his strong hands all over my back and my ass. This is what I love about fucking men — the strength, the aggression. He strokes my cock and balls as his girlfriend and I suck his dick. His. She wore a diamond necklace and tiara. I was speechless.“I’m so glad you’re here!” she panted, reaching to kiss me on the cheek. She could only get so close and I leaned in to give her access. The skirt had some kind of rigid cage under it to keep its shape.“Of course, I’m here, girlfriend,” I said. “This skirt is going to make it hard to do much dancing, though. They could have warned me.”“That’s why Grandma was so particular about our form for waltzing,” Brittany laughed. “You have to. That was another problem as I would have to double up as her son and look after her financial and legal matters. Her husband had left her with enough to take care of the next three generations! .My wife was aware of the frosty relationship between us and she had resigned to the inevitable truth.The incident goes back almost 15 years. I must have been 34-35 at that time and she in her mid fifties. It was early winter when I had to go to Calcutta for her work and had no choice but to stay with.