"Then I'll rub it in for you." But..." Well you can't expect me to rub it properly into my ass can you, how can I do that? And I doubt you could do an...y better," she said very sounding very mature, and I had to admit very logical too."All right," I replied softly picking up the bottle and moving over to where Helen was laying. I squirted some of the sunscreen onto my hands and started rubbing at her neck while she held her hair off to the side. Then I moved down her back, and over her sides. But she would never ask me for any favors or any cash to tide things over. She was a designer. So from that she would earn and make her ends meet. Whenever I went to her house the husband would always be there. He would most often go and get things to eat. Gradually I got very intimate to her and she use to discuss all sorts of problems with me. She was not very beautiful but was very attractive with right things at the right place. Good boobs and good figure, good bums too, she was not very. I went through the door to the East Wing and the first room I came across was the cloak room. I wasn't quite ready to throw myself into the House experience, so I walked past until I came to a door marked Rumplations Honky Tonk Bar. I smiled, took a deep breath and opened the door. On normal nights the House doesn't usually hit its stride until around midnight. But this night was different. On the far side of the room Heather was replenishing a table of finger food. “Can I give you a hand?”. I opened the door quietly and made sure we had our shoes off so she couldn't hear more than one set of feet. As we got to the bedroom I peaked in and asked if she was covering her eyes. she said yes, but what is the surprise. I said wait until I have you good and horny. then I leaned over and held her towel over her eyes and kissed her as the k** knealt on the bed. he knelt between her legs and as instructed he didn't touch her with his hands and only used his face. He was munching on her pussy.