Then my fears came to light as I heard the backdoor close! He must have known we never locked the back porch door. He yelled upstairs for my mother an...d when he got no reply he started up the stairs, I was trembling, my cock was still twitching, my asshole was still dripping, and I was wearing my mom's sexy stuff, then the real panic kicked in as I remembered I had left the dildo, discarded panties with precum, and baby oil on the bedroom floor! I was on the verge of tears when I heard a light. Her forked tongue wiped some of her saliva off her lips. ‘Okay, red’, I said, ‘I surrender.’ She grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall, planting those intense kisses of hers. She gave me lots of tongue as I felt the tips of that forked tongue of hers. It was like kissing a snake. She kissed and licked exploring every part of my body. From my neck and chest then down to her intended target. Her forked tongue wrapped all around my dick practically smothering it and shoving it into. It didn't matter. The bank needed its money and the house had been seized. The old couple had been evicted. It wasn't of any concern to the lenders that the couple had made a life in the home and had nowhere else to go.The house where the couple had grown old together, the place where they had accumulated so many memories, was gone. They had been forced to move to a low income housing facility for the elderly. That story had broken my heart. The poor innocent couple hadn't even known what was. Had a nice figure. My best guess was she was in her early forties, but I’m not good at guessing ladies’ ages. She was wearing a red shirt-dress that buttoned down the front, tied off with a black patent belt. The dress ended just above her knees. She was wearing hose and black patent open-toed “fuck me” shoes complete with strap across the instep.She closed and locked the door behind me. We were in a beautifully decorated hotel suite in Singapore. There sat her husband Bill at the far end of.