Who the fuck is this?!!!"He was just then about to respond when Shannon snatched the phone from my hand and stormed off to her room screaming into the...receiver. Slamming the door, she shut me off from her situation. So I sat there on the couch, pondering what had just happened, as I fell asleep on the couch.I awoke almost an hour later to a light kiss on my cheek. Opened my groggy, half-shut eyes, I saw Shannon leaning over me. She was smiling through the dried up tears and running mascara, and. " I hissed. "You have this big, thick cock sticking up from your face. I am going to sit on you. Sit on your face, do you understand? I am going to fuck you. I am going to cum on your face. You will feel it. You will feel it, because the harder I plunge myself down onto you, the deeper that cock will get shoved into your mouth."He whimpered. It was a priceless, audible whimper."I am masturbating, right now, on your chest. Getting myself ready." My words, breathless, distracted him. I could. She’d always been pretty and that persisted.It was on her seventy-seventy birthday that her perspective on sex mad a major change. Until then she’d looked for partners who were in her general age range. Getting laid at least once on that special day had been a custom of hers ever since she turned seventeen. This one presented a problem. Her regular lover was away but a grand nephew, age twenty-two, was visiting. He was a lively one and she was enjoying his visit. He’d taken her out to dinner. "Do you always let your cunt do your thinking for you? I swear you are the biggest whore I've ever met and for the life of me I don't know why I like you." She gave my left nipple a pinch and gave me a peck on my cheek. We hugged some more."Certainly, I always let my cunt make most of my important decisions for me. Besides, thinking is very overrated anyway. That's why I love being a stripper, there's virtually no thinking involved. In fact, the more vapidly I smile and act, the more money rich.