My hands were shaking as I knocked on her door. She answered wearing her nightgown and robe. "More already, I can see why my wife may have had trouble... keeping up. Well come on in and I'll fix you some coffee." I sat at her kitchen table as she shuffled around in her old lady sleepwear, and poured me some coffee. Then as I took a sip, she reach over and undid my pants. She handed me the newspaper to read and proceeded to play with my cock while I had coffee and read the sports section. When she. .. the weight of my breasts in my bra pulling the straps against my skin... the way my panties slide over my bottom as I shift my cock in the front... the enforced position of my feet strapped into 4" high heels. Now I could add the sensation of taking a soft cock into my mouth.The rubber felt cool at first, but as I worked it, it warmed up and made the illusion seem even a little more real. Tessa didn't have to play at asking me any more. I easily moved on from sucking the head to sliding more. She asked Patrick if he got lucky and he went in a huge mood swing going mad. Patrick then said he would do anything for some pussy. With that Kylie spread her legs on the sofa, moved her thong to the side revealing her shaved pussy and said to Patrick name your price and its all yours. As his son was out Patrick wasted no time chucking a wad of cash on the table and began kissing Kylie on the sofa. Immediately his fingers started playing with Kylies clit, trying to get her wet and horny, which. ‘Okay, throw me out why don’t you.’ I grabbed her waist from behind as she was walking away in mock petulance, slipping my fingers under the lacy covering so that I touched only smooth, bare skin. ‘I will never, ever throw you out,’ I whispered in her ear, then nibbled on it gently. ‘I promise I’ll make up to you later what we don’t have time to do now.’ She reached behind her with one hand to hold my head, turned over her shoulder for one more kiss, then pointed her high heels out the door and.