She had the sort of bone structure that showed she had been a beautiful baby, a pretty little girl, a stunning young girl and then an absolutely stunn...ng young, then middle aged and finally elderly woman. Flic would still be beautiful as a corpse; and with this perfect physicality was coupled a beautiful nature.But for every grace note released from the vibrating strings of a Stradivarius violin, like Felicity Beaumont, there is a bum note from a battered, off key cello, aka Mrs Josephine. So it became easier to start the conversation with Gregg, at least after we had poured coffee and got through the small talk.Gregg was in fact a charmer, a handsome guy in his early thirties, who was super intelligent, humorous, and apparently, according to Sheila, very good in bed. We all agreed to visit the club that Gregg knew, on that Friday evening. He was at pains to reassure us and didn’t want to ‘pressurise’ either of us. Although it was just before I’d 'lost' my husband for ten days,. Jack spread his legs, and I cupped his large balls in my free hand and gently massaged them as I filled my mouth with his hot cock. It felt so good sliding between my tongue and palate towards the back of my throat. My head bobbed slowly, my wet lips moving up and down his thick cock. He reached down and massaged my hips and ass with one hand and ran his other hand through my soft blonde hair while I sucked and pleasured his cock with tricks I’ve learned in the past.“Mmm, Susan, it feels good…. This time she came out with only a cleaning bucket three quarters of the way full of warm water, which she set on the floor next to the bed. She grabbed Julia’s clothes and tossed them in the hamper. She moved the razor and can of gel over, took the towel and laid it out on the end edge of the bed.“Sit on the towel, with your legs over the edge of the bed and spread them apart,” Sara ordered.“Why, what are you doing?”“I’m going to shave that messy patch of hair between your legs. It feels so.