As I unclipped her small bra her equally small tits remained in position as I took her bra off her, bending down and licking and sucking her nipples s...e was moaning. As I did this I moved my hand down and ran it up the inside of her thigh, slowly, then reaching the top of her leg I ran my fingers down the outside of her trousers.Karen moaned as soon as I touched her, unbuttoning her pants I pulled them down, even though she was saying "No we mustn't, please don't" she lifted her bum up so her. I shouldn’t have done that”“No, especially if I look like I’m ninety” We walked back arm in arm. The others looked, were they smirking, smiling or what? Women are another country.“We’ll need to wash these I suppose ... Dave, do you think you can fix the washing machine?” said Fiona. Clearly none of them relished washing grannies unmentionables (that’s what she called them) by hand.“I’ll take a look first thing tomorrow. I honestly don’t know; but I will try. I could do with washing some stuff. “Shhh,” he crooned. “If you won’t be quiet, I’ll silence you myself,” he warned.She tried to twist her torso away from his touch. “Just let me go,” she begged, feeling a surge of relief when he stopped and stepped back a little. But her relief was short lived as she heard the distinct sound of his belt buckle and zip being undone.“I warned you to be quiet,” he said, securing her chin in one hand and forcing the head of his erect cock against her lips. She clamped them tight and tried to turn. I did a recce around the neighbourhood and liked what I saw. The mansions themselves were 1930s built serviced luxury apartments. No servants now of course, and their former quarters had been converted into an underground car park. The apartments overlooked a large park, and nearby was a bustling street market. I noted several likely looking hostelries and restaurants in the surrounding streets. Another plus was the railway station on the main line into central London. The nearby flight path.