We’d better be careful around them.’ Isabelle spent the rest of lunchtime defending Jean-Marie from all the sinister plots the others came up with.... *** Jean-Marie came up to her at the end of the day. ‘A client called to have a quick meeting so I won’t be home until later.’ he said. ‘Your wardrobe will be delivered at six which means you’ll have to go home alone today.’ She nodded. ‘I’ll wait until you get back. Shall I prepare something for dinner?’ He shook his head. ‘No, I will bring. It is often hard for us to imagine our parents or our grandparents as sexual beings with needs, desires and love like our own. But not when you saw Mr. Willy look at his wife or the way he said…Yes, Ethel to anything she wanted. Some might see it as hen peeked or pussy whipped, but it was mutual. A love between equals…something that our modern divorce rates say we have failed to comprehend or capture. In those days, weeks and months after Mr. Willy passed as we so eloquently called death, Miss. I got dressed before entering the car. We picked up some take way and drove to her place. As soon as we reached home we started kissing wildly. I pushed her on her sofa and kissed her wildly. I sucked all her juices from her lips. Then I started licking her pussy and she started moaning hard. I continued licking her pussy for about 15 minutes. She was moaning hard saying “Eat my pussy baby”. Then I shifted my tongue to her ass hole. I pushed my tongue inside her hole and started playing with. Before Jim could let out another protest the petitedirty blonde intern knelt down in front of him and tookhis cock with both hands. She looked up at Jim and blewhim a kiss. Then she sucked his enlarged dick down herthroat, inch by inch she worked it in. Her mouth openedas far as she could, then she finished the last inchoff. Slowly pulling the meat from her throat, there was athin coat of saliva covering Jims cock. “There! I didit! Told you I could! Now its your turn!” At that.