He gave me a few reminders of how much walking the dogs would need before asking me once again to ‘look after Lynn’. ‘You’re a good mate, I kn...w you will’ before grinning and winking at me.I returned later with the dogs. Pat had gone and Lynn was busy around the house. She was rather ‘glammed up’ wearing a skirt and blouse and was insistent on making me a cuppa and something to eat before she was meeting up with friends in town. Now this was the 1970’s and if she was meeting up with friends. "Is it necessary to wear adress? I would have thought that this weather-"Damian cut her off, "It's light enough. Just above the knee to show offthose legs. Cut deep enough to suggest but not enough to demand. Andthe high heeled sandals to lengthen the legs so that the skirt doesn'thave to do all the work. I think it's perfect."Jake pointed at Damian. "I think you're a sissy." That would hurt a lot more if your boobs didn't jiggle when you dothat."Jake grumbled, "And I might take you more. Going to remember every minute. Going to have something to take with him when he goes back on the road.His mouth follows his hands. Gentle flicks of his tongue. Nibbles not quite hard enough to leave marks. Kisses and suckling from her lips to her tiny ankles. He torments her, making her wait until her pleas become breathy.Sliding over her, a fine mist of sweat coating them both as they fight to hold back, he peels the blindfold away. He wants to see her eyes when he enters her. Wants to feel. “Oh Tom,” she cooed as she felt my hard cock press against her slit.Our kissing continued as I spread her legs wider apart. My fingers danced over her body as she tried to push me off. The heat rose up from her crotch as my cock pressed against her now wet lips.I sucked on her nipples as she cupped my ass cheeks pulling me closer.I guided my cock head between her pink petals and up and down her slit. I rubbed my cock against her clit as she thrust her pelvis upwards while moaning.I covered her.