"We came to pick you up." She announced. With that she laid a full body kiss on me trying her best to make my knees buckle.I managed to keep standing,... barely. She said, "My name's Janet, and that's Tom." She was a good thirty-five, no a great thirty-five. She was almost as tall as I and I'm just over six feet. She had a full figure. By that, I meant that she had at least C cup breasts and generous hips. I could see her stomach between the hip hugger shorts and the crop top and her stomach was. I always start at the head, and work my way to the toe, leaving the private areas usually, since most people don’t want you placing your fingers down there. I usually check with them to be sure as I cross the Bermuda Triangle as I call it. I pour a healthy amount of oil on my palms, rub them together, and start out with her hair. It falls down her shoulders, so I know I’ll be needing a lot more oil. I massage oil into the hair near her temples, and work it in there for a minute. Then I pour out. I sat her on the toilet, stuck the nozzle into her, and squeezed. She giggled and I squeezed in a second bottle to make sure that she was cleaned out.I got her positioned in the center of my bed and then I got between her legs. She thought that I was going to fuck her but instead I started eating her pussy. According to her I was the very first boy to go down on her. She loved it so I did everything that I had learned over the years with her mother. She had one orgasm and then a few minutes. I could go and dry off while she had it. She came in and I switched on the kettle and put tea bags in my teapot. Ileft her and went to my bathroom and removed all my clothes and dried off with towels, not having closed the door. I was still naked when a scream came from the kitchen. Fearing something terrible had happened I rushed out, just as I was, I found Hazel standing there quite unharmed. She said she had dropped the full teapot (luckily it is a metal one) on to the tiled floor. "I.