Margaret Tilden." Well, Mrs. Tilden, thank you and may I talk you out of a little supper? I'll be happy to pay you for it." I was just about to fix my...own supper; I'll be happy to fix you some to eat with me. No need to pay for it. I'll be glad for the company." If you don't mind me asking, where is Mr. Tilden? It sounds like you've been alone for a while." My husband died about three months ago and I've been trying to carry on without him. I'm about ready to give up and head back to Georgia.. I just smiled back. Your such a whore Jo remarked Simon as he stared into her eyes and took a sip of tea. Nah whores get paid she replied back. I just like a nice cock ! I jokingly said bet you'd lie on this table and let us all fuck you wouldn't you. Don't tempt her Simon said to me. Oh yeah i'd have 3 nice cocks, 1 for each hole then she replied back a little louder than she should of as Mike kind of went red faced as he brought the breakfast to the table. He quickly left looking a little. After a while, the guys all stripped in the living room whilst she was still wearing blue denim jeans and vest top with no bra so to show her ample breasts. She looked around as she saw some fully erect cocks, some semi, some limp, but with length. Most had foreskin, but a couple were circumcised. Me and another guy walked over to her in her chair, took a hand each and beckoned her to stand. We started necking her, deep French kissing and massaging her breasts through her top. I unbuttoned her. Rushing now, she slid her hands down to pull at the bottom of my short skirt. I had worn a figure hugging short skirt over black tights and she was pulling it up around my waist to give her access to my tights, and my now soaking panties. The cock in my mouth got all of my attention as driven by lust I choked and gagged, trying to get more in my mouth. Tsuli slipped her right hand down the front of my tights and like her whore I openned my legs as best I could to give her access to my aching.