My cock was already rock hard as she began stroking and sucking it while on her knees. She easily deep throated my eight inches. At that time in my li...fe I had never been sucked so good. I thought my dick was going to literally come off my body. While she was sucking I reached down and cupped her massive jugs and tweaked her nipples. She began sucking harder to the point I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to fuck her so I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of my dick. I told her to go. Mom and Dad had left for the day,golfing with friends. Mom always drove because she would get car sickotherwise, so it made sense that they didn't come back for his keys.Immediately I thought about his locked drawer in the master bedroom. Ithad been a source of curiosity all my life. What was in there? I hadtried lock picking it with paper clips, but no luck.But now, here were his keys. And on the key ring was the key to thedrawer.I memorized the position of the keys so I could return them when. I had been caned times without number by when I was twenty years of age, all as part of the game with women, but this particular whipping with a rod of hazel made me gasp with pain. After six strokes she told me to stay down as she thought four of them had not been hard enough, and I had to endure a repeat. At last she allowed me up, her cheeks flushed with enjoyment. She seemed intoxicated by what she had done, her eyes were full of light, and her voice had a strange, caressing quality. She. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘They have been dead for twenty years now. I still miss them… what about yours?’ ‘Mine lived to be very old,’ Ian said. ‘My father was the last to go, a year ago or so. Yes, I miss them, too. We went on well together. But now…’ ‘Yes,’ she said, and held her arms out to him. ‘Come!’ He stepped into her arms. ‘May I undress you?’ he asked. She nodded. ‘Please,’ she said. Ian slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece – first her dress and shoes which left her standing in her.