At least you didn’t do the macho idiot thing and getting into a fight with him.”“What the hell do I do now?” I asked. She hadn’t moved her h...and. I looked at her for answers. Her eyes were still brilliant blue, lit by the moonlight, even though they were surrounded by tear-streaked black mascara.“Calm down. Talk to her when you’ve sobered up, the pair of you. Sort out your differences. No knee-jerk reactions.”“No knee-jerk reactions?” I chuckled miserably. “You mean like this?” Then I put my. I oiled my hands. I placed my left hand onto Essie's back, right over where her heart is located and my right hand on her yoni(pussy). I let my hands go soft, to sink into her body and held for a few seconds. I lifted my left hand and poured more of the warm oil onto the heel of my right hand then I slowly and lightly rubbed the oil over Essie's entire pussy. Her lips were now slick with oil and there was a slight puffiness. Using my index and middle fingers, I stroked up and down in her groin. As the younger brother followed her instructions, David noticed a framed photograph on the wall. Inscribed Key Largo, 2000, it showed Cathy with a man he assumed was her husband. Noticeably older than the woman now tending to his brother's injury, David guessed his age to be somewhere around sixty. Actually, Robert Walsh was closer to seventy, a fact that would've surprised him only half as much as to discover that Cathy was actually fifty-four."I'm going to wait outside," David said, figuring. ..you agreed to my conditions, and now I expect you to." "Be here in an hour, let yourself in...the door will be open, and don't overdress," she directed. I was hard before I hung up the phone, and while in the shower, fought the urge to stroke my throbbing penis. I decided to skip wearing briefs, and put on a pair of shorts, a button down shirt, and a pair of deck shoes, then headed for Lillian's home. I knocked at the door as I opened it, and called out that I had arrived. She called to me.