Her husband, Kevin O’Donnell, died two years ago and Sheelagh had not had an orgasm since. Sure, Kevin was Red Irish and he had the average four and...a half inch red Irish dick, but he had been giving her sheet-wetting orgasms since they married forty-three years before. If size ever mattered, it did not measure up to the fact that Kevin could nail her G-spot with every stroke when he had a mind, too. Sheelagh wanted now at sixty-five what she once had with him: an all-consuming orgasm.Sheelagh. “Roll on your back,” Tess commanded. I did. She climbed between my legs and grabbed my rod again. My need to come had abated a little while we changed positions. She gave my hard-on and couple strokes and then shocked the hell out of me. She leaned down and sucked the head of my dick into her mouth.I was getting my first blow job! Tess suctioned the head of my dick as her tongue teased around the crown. Her hand continued stroking my shaft. God! I wasn’t going to last long. I felt my orgasm. "Now,what was that you said about treating me like a lady?"Without a word, Kit removed his wallet from his purse and stuffed itinto a back pocket. Chrissy fell in behind him as they headed for thedoor. It took Chrissy a moment to realize that Kit was holding it openfor her.They rode in silence down the elevator, each lost in thought. I can'tbelieve I let her cut off all my hair, Kit said to himself. I can'tbelieve she's - I mean he's - really doing this, Chrissy thought. God,she looks hot, Kit. I was trying to force you to force me into having sex. When I think about it, it doesn't sound like I was ready either."Jessica started to get up and said, "I'll go get the ice cream."As she was getting up, I started thinking about what I really wanted and on reflex, I refused to let go of her hand and said, "WAIT!"Jessica stopped her movement and looked me in the eyes again. Her face was one of fear, as if she thought I was about to rape her. With an embarrassed voice, I said, "Jessica. I did.