Not having room for both of us, Bob sat next to her. I took the seat that was directly facing the loveseat and would allow me to see what was happenin...g and stop it if it got out of hand.Bob put his hand on Christine’s knee, rubbing gently in circles.“Are you ok?” he asked and she whispered softly, “Yes” and looked over at me.“Do you mind if I kiss you?” Bob then asked.Christine looked over at me as if asking for permission. I just looked back at her, in awe, wondering where this was leading.. She was reluctant first then agreed telling she never experienced it. I started to rub and pat her hips. As we got tooooo hot, I put a pillow under her bally and raised her ass. I put my penis against her hole and started pushing but it could not get in while she cried it is hurting her. She suggested to apply some lubricant. I had a jar of petroleum jelly in my drawer. I jumped out of bed and brought the jar applied between creak and on my shaft too. I started to let my penis wonder between. "Uh, hi. I need a bag of disposable razors - oh, there they are," Ericsaid, in too much of a hurry to realize that the old man had called himby name. He grabbed a sealed plastic bag of pink razors and fairlythrew them on the counter."Whoa son, slow down. I don't think that's what you really want is it?"The old man began to reach for the razors when Eric slapped his handdown on top of the old man's and said, "Those are exactly what I need.Please - I'm in a hurry. How much are they?" Careful boy;. "You've thought about me, haven't you, James? At home. When Emilia's asleep alongside you. You've thought about touching me. About kissing me. About biting my-" her voice caught as she gave her gorgeous breasts a squeeze, "-my plump little tits and hard nipples, until I cry out your name. Beg you for more."My defences were gradually eroding and she knew it. Could probably sense my desperation even if she couldn't see how hard I was in my jeans. I felt a void inside me fill as I allowed her.