Only the TV and the DVD told me that this was not the fifties. She offered me to sit on the couch. She walked over to a little table with bottles of l...iquor.‘Can I offer you something to drink?’ she asked.‘A whisky with no ice would be nice’.‘I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I’m a sherry woman’.‘Tullamore is fine’.She came back with our drinks and sat beside me. The scent from her perfume was captivating. We started talking, mainly polite conversation, but by her third. He started with my neck and my back. Soap and rinse. Then my ass. I opened my legs so he could clean my slit and my opening. He was so gentle. then my legs, back then front as he turned me around. I spread my legs and the wash cloth on my pussy felt good. I watched as he washed my belly. Then to my breasts; he soaped them real good. He kept running the washcloth over my nipples and they were getting hard again. He rinsed them and then he put the right one in his mouth and sucked while he. She is quite a bit older than me and we were never very close. She got married and moved out there while I was still in my early teens. I'll be 25 in a few months. It wasn't that I wanted to see her that much, but she is family so it was kind of an obligation to stop in.I arrived at my sister's house about 4:30 after I had finished the job I had been sent out to do. It had been arranged that I would spend the night there and catch a plane back to New York the next day. Sis was the only one home. Digging into the sand was mostly digging under it and breaking off the unsupported top. Since there were no glass windows in the window-holes, I folded back the shutters and pitched everything out on the veranda.I did discover the reason for the two rooms.They were there for the retail displays. Hoes, scoop shovels, pointed shovels, three tined pitchforks, push brooms and sweepers, axes, hatchets, mattocks, all manner of saws ... just about everything an islander could use and some things to.