I start to suck her clit, starting soft then sucking harder and harder until her whole body tenses and she screams in pleasure. I stop sucking her cli...t to look up at her as she writhes on my still thrusting fingers. I sit up a little more and place feathery kisses across her lower stomach. I slow my fingers as she relaxes and when I know she is ready I pull my fingers out of her dripping cunt. She moans quietly at the loss and lets her hand drop from my hair. I bring my fingers up to my mouth. She knew he'd have too many martinis and come home around 9:30 or so, a little drunk and complaining that he was too old for that, and then falling asleep on the couch.She didn't mind though, Ted had been under a lot of stress. He worked hard and provided her with a good life. She just wished he could be a little busier in the sex department. It was as if the man had no libido at all and it had driven her a little crazy at first, especially since she had absolutely no desire to cheat on her. Still looking at him you run the finger along the straw of your drink and then suck on it strongly. the taste of the vodka and your pussy drives you wild. and at this point ive seen enough.i stride over to you and you gasp in excitement and nervousness as you see me, wondering if ive seen what youve just done. a waitress gasps as she see's how blatant the bulge in my jeans is, making no attempt to hide it.i passionately kiss you and instantly notice the sweet taste of you. makes my cock feel. In his day he sired fifteen c***dren with my grandmother and at 70 he still had a glint in his eye for a well formed woman. At 25 I was his first grandc***d contemplating marriage. Well when I say contemplating... the pending marriage was an arranged one. Such arrangements were not unknown back in 1950's rural England where I grew up. A lot of negotiation in the form of dowries went on between the fathers on both sides. Very often the bride to be was on the 'plain side' and believe it or not.