Some of her swipes knocked hair to the floor. Most of them were teasing my cock to greater heights. “Do you want me to blow it?” “My hai...r?” “No, your stiff, young cock. Do you want me to blow it.?” That was agreeable to me, but I was startled by her frankness and I was lost for words. The best I could do, was nod yes. Picking up her blow dryer, Angie blew the remaining hair off the cape and off my lap. She made a few half hearted passes at the hair on my head. She took the. Mrs. McPherson smiled slightly. "You make sure Annie wears my gown now, you hear? It was my mother's and her mother's before her. It's in my old hope chest," she said softly. "You give my Annie away, Mr. Reed. You're the closest thing to a father she's had since Mr. McPherson died." A tear slowly escaped and trailed down her cheek. "Annie is like my own daughter, Virginia. James and I will see to it she's taken care of. You can bank on that," he replied. Patrick saw the woman grimace with pain.. I know every inch of his cock, the pale pink of the shaft, the rosier red of its head. I allow the tip of my tongue to explore the eye, then the head, in slow luxurious licks. I don’t rush. I don’t need to, not now. We have time. He shifts and eases into my mouth, half awake and he half groans and half sighs. I pull on the head, sucking slowly and the noise in his throat shifts to a moan. I rest my weight on my elbow and take him into my mouth then pull back and explore the underside of his. Catherine appeared at the doorway to my bedroom wearing a short japanese style robe, white in colour. She pulled a sexy pose, hips to one side, pulled her hair up slightly above her head, looked at me with her sexy blue eyes and blew me a kiss.The next thing she did blew me away, she went back to a normal standing pose, legs slightly parted. Catherine then took hold of her robe at the hem and pulled it up slowly, revealing her sweet, hairy pussy! Then I noticed the stockings suspenders she had.