I motion to Sir about the Old man's socks and shoes. Sir ask the old man if he will give me a sock for a blow job. The old man takes off his sock and ...oafers. He climbs up and stands on top the table I am sitting on. I open my mouth and he grabs my head. He fucks my face softly for 45 minutes till he barely cums. It tastes good though. The old man said I earned both his socks and loafers. I put his socks in my bag and started licking the old man's loafers. Sir makes a sign that says, 'Come. He smiled at me (as was customary when meeting someone new), stretched out his hand to shake mine in a greeting, and I felt my knees wobble. I quickly recovered, hopefully quickly enough so he did not even notice. About a month later, I was working for the man that coveted my fantasies and worked his way into my dreams by just the sound of his voice. Meetings were difficult, for as he stood there and spoke in front of the group, I could only stare. His eyes always took me to a far away place. Moving to one side, I leaned down and heard someone say “Fuck man, look at her tits!” It was the voice of my nephew David. He was obviously talking to someone else down in the basement. Then I heard the voice of his friend Kevin reply “ Fuck me man, look at this one. You can see her pussy!” I pulled my robe on and quietly headed back down the steps to see what they were up to. With two young men in their late teens, you can never tell. When I reached the basement door, I could see that it was. Eigentlich keine schlechte Idee f?r Fasching. Den Jungs w?rden die Augenrausfallen. Aber ich glaubte nicht, dass ich mich das trauen w?rde. Und?berhaupt, ich hatte kein Tutu.##Eine Stunde fiel wegen Krankheit aus, und so sa? ich mit Biene zusammen.Die hatte nat?rlich bald ihre Hand unter meinem Pulli. Als sie denweichen Frottee f?hlte, musste sie nat?rlich nachsehen und hob meinenPulli etwas an. Schnell strich ich ihn wieder nach unten."Was hast du denn da an?", fragte sie ungl?ubig. "So etwas.