I reach out both of my hands and take his beautiful cock into my hands. I stroke it for a few seconds and get down on to my knees. I just want to have...his cock in my mouth, I want to let him fuck my mouth as hard as he wants but I try to have a little fun and control myself and tease his cock. I wet my lips and lean into his cock, gently pressing my lips against his head. I can see his cock throbbing and his balls are firm and big and filled with cum. I look up to him and ask him what he wants. We had so much in common, growing up a few blocks apart, and she wanted to have lunch. Sure, I said, why not? I wondered what she looked like at twenty-eight. Probably fat and faded, the mother of several brats, living in the 'burbs with dishpan hands and tired bouffant hair. She arrived at my apartment with a gourmet picnic basket. Shrimp on ice, duck pate, champagne, and she was more gorgeous than ever. She drove a Mercedes and although she had her longish dark hair in a ponytail, no makeup,. This time I nodded and said, "You were so bad, I loved every minute of it."She smiled. then leaned over and kissed me. We both had a drink."So," she said, "Tell me what you think of your wife now."It was my turn to take a breath."Linda," I said, "I think the simpliest way to put it, is I loved seeing you do it all. I think you getting off on kissing her with my cum in her mouth, sucking my cum out of her, and getting off doing it, is in a way, a statement of how much you love me. At least that. I'll just finish changing first.' I responded.'OK honey, see you in a moment.' he said, making a movement to leave, thinking perhaps I meant that now he had seen me, now he could leave.'Grandpa.' I said. 'Yes honey?' he replied.'I, er, wonder if you would help me change. To see what I should wear now?' I offered to prevent him from thinking I wanted him to leave.'Er, sure, if you want me to?' he replied, as he stopped his move to exit.I stood up and said 'Well, you see, I have a number of.