Instead she was looking at my groin. She had a snarl on her lips that would have scared any man. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asked, putting the i...ron on its stand and moving over to me. She squatted down in front of my groin. I had dreamed of her doing this, and my heart leapt for joy, even though I was still a little unsure of what was actually happening. Not waiting for me to answer, she reached out with a finger to the front of my pants. My heart stopped beating. By the time I saw the wet. Hill, and I never for a moment imagined such a good-looking young man would take a fancy to me. After all, I was practically his great aunt as well as being almost three times his age. Not that I'm a crone – far from it. Nature has allowed me to age gracefully so that my full body in still more buxom than matronly, but my clothing never advertises the fact. My hair is its natural silver, worn in what they used to call a pageboy style, and in some ways you could almost call me prim and proper.. I solicited twovolunteers to hold her arms down alongside the table legs, it was extremely importantthat her upper torso remain immobile. I moved into position and placed my cock on her lips, which immediately opened toallow entrance. I pushed in part way and let her work on the head, sucking and coveringit with her saliva. Her tongue was working wonders, my cock was already hard but shewas making it rock hard. This went on for some time and then I couldn’t wait. I coated one of the swabs with. He gave meanother glass of wine and I drank it. Not as fast as the first, but prettyquick. He gave me another. By that time the first glass kicked in and Ihad a nice little buzz going and I felt more relaxed. Guy told me to stripand I did while he taped it. By that time taking my clothes off in frontof a camera was nothing new to me. By the time I was nude the wine reallyhad me buzzing. Guy positioned me on a low couch and had me do things. Things like playing with myself. That was new to me..