If you had asked me without showing me the pictures, I would have told you to fuck yourself. Better yet, I would have told you to lean over the table ...o I could do it without lubrication. But, as you clearly intended to point out, you have me over a barrel. I would do a lot to finish this project, and she clearly has the talent to help get that done. So yes, I can work for this woman, if she can work with me. Humph, she probably does half her work with closet gays as it is. I might let her. There, I stuck the base to the tiles in the shower cubicle and turned on the water. I went to my bedroom and began to slowly strip off my clothes. No rushing now. This was all about arousal, suspense, and anticipation. I looked through the slightly open bathroom door and I eyed the large cock waiting for me in the shower. I caught sight of myself, semi-naked, in the full-length mirror. I was in good shape for forty-plus and I was proud of my body. My full breasts were still proud, topped with. She kept going though. More slow this time making sure she didn’t let a single drop of my cum go to waste as if it was some sort of precious liquid. By the time she was done licking my cock clean and swallowing it all I was spent. I had never been this lightheaded and tired after a simple blow job. She was a pro.Sarah- You know that was my first time giving head right?I was shocked there was no way.Me- No fucking way, that was amazing. Sarah- Yeah it was. I swore to myself that I would only do. Stepping into the shower, she took the handheld shower massager off its’ hook and ran it across her weathered, tanned back, then lower, using it to pleasure herself. She felt so alive as the jets reached deeply into her and imagined Penny on her knees licking and sucking at her. She staggered, her body off balance, and then her mind refocused itself, and went to the task of cleaning her body. Shampoo, body wash, rinse. Conditioner, shave, rinse again, all in her neat, tidy, little-old-lady.