She moaned with pleasure as played with her clit and lips. I soon had a couple of fingers deep in her cunt and she was dripping juice. I pulled my fin...ers out and replaced it with my tongue and licked and sucked at her lovely, juicy hole. My wife was behind me and I could feel her pulling my shorts down to expose my stiff dick. She had taken her bra off to expose her magnificent breasts and erect nipples. I stood up and kissed my wife, so she could taste the maid's juices. Angela (my wife!). You won't believe the city slickers that come to the door here thinking they can put something over on me. One thing I want to know, how come if you're Mazie's son's boy, your name is the same as mine? It ain't possible, so you got some explaining to do." No, Peter Johns is my name, not just all of it. It is Peter Johns Hammond. My father's name was John Hammond. I'm a writer, and Peter Johns is the name I write under." What do you write? I never heard of you." Magazine articles mostly. I have. You really don't want to find out how fit I am."For a moment Jerry thought. I think he was undecided whether he could take me or not. Mind you, I wasn't too sure that I could take him either. I hadn't resorted to fisticuffs for nigh on twenty years. Maybe if he hadn't been drinking for most of the afternoon things might have turned out differently. But in the end he squared up and took a swing at me. Christ, he advertised it with neon signs and it missed me completely as I side stepped it.I. Some soft instrumental music floats across the room from some where, the smell of the rose petals on the bed makes me dizzy with delight. I feel his weight join me on the mattress. He covers my exposed flesh with a light sheet. ‘It is important that you do not chill,’ he whispers hoarsely. His oiled hands gently touch me on the nape of the neck. The oil is warm and soothing as he begins to knead out the bunched up muscles, to stretch the tension out of them. He works my neck and all I can do.