I ate Jen until she came a couple of times. I noticed Tom was watching Jen pretty closely, and it seemed like there might be a greenish tinge to his f...ce.I didn’t know if Jen was using her hooker skills on me or if she meant it, but all of a sudden, Jen pulled my face up to hers, kissed me hard, and said, “I need that stiff dick in my pussy right now. Shove it in me as deep as it will go and fuck the shit out of me, old man.”A woman is really putting herself at risk if she puts it out there. ”“Wonder where they went?” Consuelo said.I stepped out to the mud room, Edgar’s hat was gone. I opened the converted icebox with the GE compressor top and looked inside.“We’re out of beer,” I said, “Bet you a buck they went after more.”“Never bet against a sure thing,” Consuelo said.She looked at the beer fridge and the white enameled wood cookstove.“Antiques ... where did you find the stove?” she asked me.“That was in the garage,” I said. “The Warm Morning stokers and the beer fridge were in. It was firm and cool, fitting perfectly into the palm of my small hand. I rolled it around, fascinated by the delicate little eggs inside. The skin was smooth and completely hairless. After exploring it thoroughly, I let go of it and felt his little pubic hairs, teasing them with my fingers.Then he said he wanted to rub himself against me. I told him OK, but not to squirt any baby juice since I'd heard horror stories about swimming sperm that could crawl up a girl's leg, into her vagina, and. I am pleased to notice my pussy is still wet, probably helped a little by grandpa’s ogle. I stand off to the side of everyone else waiting and watch as passenger after passenger comes down the walkway. Skimming the crowd I can not see Sir any where, when suddenly I feel an arm wrap around my waist and feel a kiss on my neck. “Surprise baby girl, isn’t it a little warm for a coat today?’ I turn around smiling and wrap my arms around him as he pulls me in close.“Just a bit Sir. Welcome home.” He.