.. he had voided and it was a mess. The smell was him. There was a big claw footed tub upstairs ... biggest one he'd even seen ... big enough for two ...people. He could lay down in it and not hit his head or touch his feet to the ceramic coating on the 1/4 inch thick cast iron. Not that he'd been in it yet.The down stairs bath was one of those shower tubs ... cast iron ... circular with a brass ring for a shower curtain. The baths ... the two he knew about ... were additions paid for by the. And she stuck her fingers, laden with her juices and mine, into her mouth. And smiled. "Not bad. Now I know how to clean up our mess." She looked at me. "Does it gross you out to think of licking YOUR own juice?"I shook my head."Can we, like, I do you and you do me? At the same time?" That's called sixty-nine." I heard that before. Now I think it's a pretty good idea." You get on top of me, then." I was rewarded by the immediate presence of a sopping, musky, freshly fucked pussy in my face.. A small bust of William Shakespeare was set inside the sphere. A brass key stuck out of a hole in the side of the box."When you wind the key," the old man said, "the box plays 'Greensleeves'. Do you know the tune?" I think so." Mort hummed a few notes. "Well, it certainly seems to be the appropriate gift for an English teacher. What does it do -- besides playing a tune, I mean?" It solves your problem -- yours and your son's. He has to be there when the music plays for the magic to work. The. I again tasted the beautiful flavor of his juices. "So this is how Denise feels when it's a real man she's seducing.", I thought as the inevitable commenced. I was once again proud of myself. Not only was Denise going to be proud of me too, but this guy was actually a really good looking man with a hot body and a perfect cock. I know that many a woman has dreamt of being exactly where I was at that moment. He was surely less than half my age and he was the one so excited that his cock was about.