I told him I had a surprise for him. I was going to give him a sensual massage. My black Master smiled as I sat on his ass and started massaging his s...rong shoulders, arms and back. I then proceeded to massage his buttocks and then his legs and feet. I had him turn over and then massaged his chest and legs, ending with sucking his cock with my wet mouth…Soon Jerome was kissing my neck, my nipples, my belly and then my cunt.By this time all the caressing was working me up again. He then with his. I’m not one of these daft Irish heathens you’ll find in these parts.” He said it loudly and everyone in the pub started cheering and laughing. He must’ve been a well-liked old man, ‘cause he wasn’t pulling punches and he was getting laughs, not threats of violence. “Ye taste a bit o’ that. The Scotch I give ye before was one o’ me better ones. It’s a Lagavulin 16-year-old, but ye can get that at home now.”I tasted the Irish he gave me, and it was, in fact a lot better than Jameson’s. “Thank. ?” whispered Victoria. I waited for her to say something meaningful. “Is that... ?”“What darling ex-wife?” I said.“Daddy?” said Selena.“That’s ex-daddy to you, Selena,” I said.“Daddy I didn’t know!” she said.“Nor did I!” squealed my ex-wife.“Know what?” I said, Pushing it.“John, please,” said Victoria.“Please what?” I said.“Is that ... are those... ?” said Selena, pointing to the small funeral urn, really just a small sealed nylon container.“Oh those. Yes, those are my wife’s ashes. Yes, she. I moan as I feel Jon’s tongue run up my clean shaven mound, licking up the juices that had seeped out onto my pussy lips. I squirm as he continues to tease me. He knows I want him to part my lips and shove his tongue up my moist hole, but he won't… Not yet. He likes to tease too much. He’s still lapping at the outside of my mound when he runs a finger down my sensitive pussy lips, prodding the crease where the two sides meet. I can feel myself growing even wetter as he slowly starts his teasing.