I got her some juice and sat close to her in the same bean bag.I could feel her breath fastening. I could feel that she was nervous. I knew she wanted...it. So I slowly rested my head on her shoulder while talking. She turned and looked at me. Our faces were so close. She leaned a bit forward. I couldn’t control it anymore. I put my hand on her cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips.She had the softest lips, with strawberry lip gloss on. We started the kiss gently. I put my hand on her. I've never mentioned it but you look like a real gentleman Dillon."He grinned and fingered his tie; he was 'dressed' for two reasons. Dillon felt he should be presentable when he went to his friends the Ryan's and he had to go to work after supper. "A gentleman should always dress for dinner with a fine lady," Dillon bowed to Juanita. "And those cowhands just naturally respect a man that's better dressed and don't have cow dung on their boots." Wouldn't be a certain widow that you get dressed. Ellen squatted on the bed and her smooth slit moved to my face. I held onto her hips and lapped at the slit several times before sliding my tongue inside her. Ellen really got into that and moved her hips right over my face practically smothering me. She was riding my mouth and unabashed about getting pleasure from it. She came several times coating my mouth, nose and chin with her fluids. When she had come the second time, she was leaning forward now gasping for breath. She looked over her. He pulled it back, giving himself a clear avenue, and started kissing and nuzzling her neck, and sucking on her earlobe, as he fondled her boob."Oh my!" she groaned. Then, suddenly, she said. "Stop! Wait!" Tom withdrew his hands, figuring she had had enough.He was wrong. She sat up, and started unbuttoning her flannel nightie, fingers trembling just a bit. Before Tom knew it, she was pulling the nightie over her head. And there she sat, in all her glory, wearing nothing but panties, blushing.