"I hung up, sat back in my chair and looked at Matt. "We are having a guest for dinner," I smirked.After stopping by the store, we hurried home. We ch...anged our clothes, and it was almost time for Jill to arrive. I knew her fantasy was her own son, but I also knew that she derived a certain pleasure from hearing about Matt and me. It was her way of living out her fantasy.Matt threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt from his favorite baseball team. Even though it was cooler, it was still warm. Then when my girlfriends graduated and I could no longer afford my rent, I was on the verge of being evicted. So what did Jim do, he gave me a free room, with a private bath and walk-in closet in his big house with a pool. He got bored and liked to shop so now I was wearing clothes from Macy’s and Dillard’s not WAL-MART. I was really growing close to this old man and here he was old enough to be my grandfather.Then one night it happened. Jim was half asleep on the couch and I looked down at his. People call me Lenny.” Jonathan took the extended hand and shook it. “And my names Penny,” corrected Penelope. She raised her hand upwards and waved. “Well, how jolly nice to meet you!” exclaimed Jonathan. “My name’s Jonathan Bishop. You can call me Johnny.” “Take a seat, Johnny. Penelope, pour Jonathan a drink. Take a seat, take a seat.” Jonathan sat and sipped at his lemonade. He stole furtive glances at Penny as he sat. She really was a beauty to behold. Her breasts bulged at her blouse. As the consistent and rhythmic working of my fingers did their magic, I could feel her start to cum. When she cums she tenses up and raises her hips. With one hand on the mattress and another grabbing at my hair, she freezes. Back arched, hips up, and breasts heaving you can taste the sex. I paused as she recovered and started to relax. After a moment of recovery I grabbed both of her ankles and eased them back towards her. As her hips rolled back I was given clear access to her ass. When.