” Her coats were in her dressing room except for the one she had worn for the fancy visits and the one she wore for shopping. Phyllis found a coat s...e’d worn in the country years ago. It was patched but quite warm. She carried it down with a scarf, gloves, and mittens. Richard saw her at the foot of the stairs.“You’ll have to take the coach if you go out in this, London streets or not,” he said. “What won’t wait until the morrow?”“The snow won’t wait, if I know London. It will be brown tomorrow. “For most of the last two years of high school I was on my own, so it was either learn to cook or eat at McDonald’s three times a day. That stuff will kill you. Besides, my girlfriend liked that I could cook.”He grinned at that. “What did her parents think about you having your own place?”“Funny, but somehow that never came up in our conversations.” That earned a barking laugh from him. I finished opening the bottle and poured some in glasses I pulled from an overhead rack. We sipped some, and. I got bold. “Why are you naked? Why did you take off your boxers?”He shrugged.“Come on, Uncle Beau. Let’s do it again.”Still nothing.“Uncle Beau, show me how to jerk off.”He laughed and looked at me.“You’re a jerk, that’s for sure. Look at you. You’re a good-looking young man. Let me ask you somethin’. Have you ever fucked a girl?”I’d thought about that before, that I’d never done it.“No,” I honestly answered him.“Yeah, I figured. Well, we shouldn’t be doing things like that together.”“Give me. Clara thoroughly enjoyed herself, licking and kissing and sucking Margaret’s hairy pussy as the older woman moaned and bucked against her tongue. Clara brought her to her orgasm quickly, and continued to work on her pussy, holding Margaret at the peak of her orgasm as long as she could. Clyde and I were both hard and ready, and we had Clara back off for a minute while we got Margaret into position. Clyde lay back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge, and had his mother lower her ass.