She told me that it was getting pretty well healed now and she no longer has any discomfort. Janice told me she had a prime rib roast in the oven, for... dinner, and it would be ready in a couple of hours. She then asked what I did while she was busy with Mike and Kelly. I told her all I did ( with the exception of what Kelly and I did ) and that the time went by pretty quick. She told me it just seemed Mike got here and was gone again. She told me she is going to visit her sister next weekend. That`s a good idea said the home owner, who had already tasted one guys cock today from an earlier kiss and seemed not at all keen to repeat the experience.So they began, the first guy would French kiss my slut before heading down to her pussy, Pauline was holding her ankles, her legs spread wide to accommodate the chubby black pensioner. They seemed to have good oral skills and soon brought my slut to orgasm. These old fella`s new their stuff, and from the look on their faces the ability to be. He had readily attempted to hold together a bomber's landing gear with little more than his bare hands. If he could do that, then as his son I could certainly hold my own at Union Station.I rode to the Tremont Cafe with Grandma Rose and ate a big breakfast there. I left just before eleven o'clock and walked two blocks to Union Station. It was a gaudy Romanesque building of massive proportions, a relic of the Gilded Age, with a vast main lobby graced with chandeliers of clustered, gigantic. She smacked her lips, then patted me on the shoulder. "Time to go baby,they'll be waiting."The reference to the two intruders was enough to soften my erection, butnot as much as I would have liked. Stifling the urge to go and hide in thebathroom, I rose and followed Kristina out of the door and into the livingroom, still a little uncertain in my heels."Well fuck me!" exclaimed Ken, as I came into view. He was sitting back onone of the armchairs, legs akimbo, a large glass of wine in his hand as.