“Chief, if I was you, I wouldn’t. He don’t like anybody to see him like he is now. He can’t talk very well, and he gets frustrated trying to h...ve a conversation,” Slim said.“Okay Slim, tell your dad I wish him well,” I said.“I will do that, so what will you have?” he asked.“How about your beef stew, the spicy version,” I suggested.“So when is that TV show, you and the old timers wrote, coming on?” he asked.“Last I heard, it was the end of summer,” I replied before I began to eat.“I hear the new. He came over; not very attractive, in his early 60s possibly, but barely restrained in his attraction to me. He sat by me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him eye my thick lips, followed by a slow descent to my crotch. He started talking to me, asking where I lived, if I had a girl or boyfriend, etc. I was offput by this, especially by someone considerably older than I was, but responded minimally. At the same time, while I was a little leery of his approach, I still felt myelf. “I want you to make it hard for me.” I obeyed, wrapping my hand around the already-stiff shaft and stroking it slowly, synching it to the movements of her hand. “Yes, that’s it. Make it nice and big for me. Show me how much yo- Julie?” Her tone abruptly changed; someone must have picked up. She never took her eyes away from my dick, never stopped stroking herself. “Hey, Julie, it’s Cheryl. …What? No, I’m at home. Listen, can you tell Richard I won’t be coming in today? My boy’s home sick.”. To my surprise she didn’t with draw her hand instead of that she nodded a smile on her face. By this action I got courage a started massaging her fore arms and she started enjoying that. As she was wearing a light pink saree her side of belly was visible which drive me very wild. Slowly I started spreading my hand over her smooth belly which is as soft as marble she started giggling and asked me not to hurt her. Slowly I unhooked her blouse and put my firm hand over her breast and started.