Soon Iwas on my way to Carlisle, ready to indulge in less physically demandingpursuits.[Wetherspoons: a nationwide chain of public houses that serve r...asonablypriced food throughout the day.]I remembered picking up a second-hand copy of Clive Barker's 'Imajica'from a charity shop on Lowther Street. I remembered going into HMV andwondering who they imagined would be willing to part with ?60 for asingle season of 'The West Wing'. I remembered the test match being on inone pub, and Sky's rolling. Man I just got a hard on I wanna touch it I heard she was snoring I inspected about the others. The door was bolted I saw some news papers below the sofa right under her feet so I got a plan of smelling her feet so I went near her kneeled down smelled her feet and slowly took the news paper 2 my surprise she stretched her feet and her soul touched my cheeks goodness me I gathered some courage planted a soft kiss in her soul and left tat place. From that incident I decided that I want her and. How can this be? What's going on?Then I realized that she must have thought Chris was sleeping in the basement. I thought about telling her it was me for a second, but her hand felt really good stroking my cock.As I looked back down I could see her lowering her head and I felt the warm moisture of her mouth engulfing my member.I let out a soft grunt as she slid it in.The feeling was great! She worked my shaft in and out of her mouth with her hand following, stroking. She used her other hand. Open your mouth. Jane did as I said. I pushed myself into her mouth. Suck it clean, Darling. Fran stood next to the bed with one forearm across her tits and the other hand in front of her cleanly shaved pussy. I hadnt noticed what a beautiful young lady she had grown to be. I guess I had just automatically thought of her as my little girl. I couldnt help but notice now. Fran was about 55. Even behind her arm I could see that her tits were about 34-Cs and they were high, full and firm. She had.