“Hello. Hello? Lisa? Are you there.”With a dry, sore throat, she tried licking her lips to get some moisture. Finally, she managed a cracked “He...lo.”“Lisa? Are you ok? You sound terrible.”She tried swishing her tongue around in her mouth to get some saliva going. “I’m here.” Her brain still muddled.“Were you still sleeping? It’s almost noon.”“Yea. I guess I must have dozed off for a minute.” Why did she suddenly feel the need to lie to her husband? The fact was she hadn’t been up yet. She. With her dad working nights at the police station she could get away with whatever she wanted, and plus She had nothing to hide since there wouldn’t be anyone around until late morning when the farmers would be out in force. Sewing seeds and rounding up sheep. So walking around in her underwear or in most cases totally naked was normality. She thought about how privileged she was as she sat down at glass table and rested her head on a folded sweater, her 36D cup perky breasts pushed firmly over. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock as she set a slow, methodical rhythm. I lowered my hands and placed them on the side of her pretty face. I could not take my eyes away from her erotic stare. Her eyes never left mine.Her hands moved to my ass, and she took my entire length down her throat. I could feel her throat rejecting the invasion. She gagged a bit but held me tight for a moment. When she pulled back, my cock slipped from her lips and a string of saliva and precum ran. I pull the blouse out of my skirt, take it off and place it over the jacket. I put my hands inside the cups to make sure my breasts are sitting right."Turn around dear."I slowly do a turn, showing my bra from the side and the strap across my back."Does she have any idea what a turn-on this is?" No. She has no idea. Wait. It gets better." Jen, your bra looks a little tight. I'd better check it out. Grandpa Bob will assist me. Come over to us please."I stand in front of where they're sitting. My.