That old woman just laid there with her eyes closed enjoying every bit of Big Mike's cock as he long stroked her. I could not stop watching. Mike saw ...e and gave a thumbs up and then a one minute signal as he picked up the pace. Then he pulled his cock almost all the way out leaving just the head in and drained his huge balls, I could see his cock pulse as he groaned and the old woman smiled real big. I ducked back to the garage before I got busted and after several minutes the two emerged from. “There he is ready for you now” she said I then felt a mouth engulf one of my nipples, the tip of a tongue flicking at it, then a hard suck this was then repeated on my other nipple. At the same time I felt a hand cupping my shaven balls then a finger stroke along my hard shaft that was still moist from my mistress’s saliva, the finger turned into a hand that gripped around my cock and moved up and down. The mouth attending my nipples. I watched as Mike's thoughts seemed to rise in excitement and anticipation of a torrid fuckfest. As we finished our first drinks, Cindy asked, "Mike, would you like another Bourbon?" Mike seemed to hesitate, perhaps anxious to get on to the main event of the evening. "Ah, well, I ... I don't know," he stammered. Cindy's legs parted ever so slightly, giving Mike a quick peek what awaited him and an opportunity for further arousal. She stood and we both watched as her slender body moved toward. I swam through the fever. I groaned and trembled. Fear rippled yellow through the stifling darkness that gripped me. I was failing. My charge. Kora was dying. I was dying. How could I inspire her to create amazing art if she died?I darted from the heat. I stumbled through it, searching for something. I didn’t know what. Why? I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Everything blurred around me. I grasped a wall, something smooth beneath my touch.Something familiar.“Mother?” I asked, stumbling down a.