Sometimes it was just cheese. What really made the difference was the grease ... butter ... not margarine. No olive oil. no canola, peanut, or soy. Ju...st butter ... and there had better be enough to drizzle on the hash browns.Soft oven baked bacon ... or sausage, not heavily seasoned with sage. Once a year mild Italian sausage fried in the skillet was well received ... as long as I peeled the casing first.Orange juice, milk or ... in later years; coffee ... not just any coffee ... Jamaican. Soon it was evening and he had made plans for the evening not realizing what fun we would have this day. But before he left I gave him my house key and asked him to come back and spend the rest of the night, after his plans here. I told him the guest room would be set up for him I was hoping that he would come back because I planned on waking him up with his first Blow Job. Little did I know he had plans of his own, I was fast asleep when I heard the door open I was sure it was. But at least with the television on, we can still see each other", she told me.I put my hands on her waist, and she reached down between us, taking my still swollen cock in her hands. Then she lowered herself down. Fuck, she felt wonderful! Although she was in her 50's, her pussy still felt very tight and warm.As she started to settle into a rhythm of riding up and down my cock, I reached up and cupped her beautiful breasts, first taking one swollen nipple in my mouth, then the other. Her wet,. Soon though I had him on the right track and he was eating me the way I had trained him. It almost brought me to tears. His face buried between my legs. I remembered all the times that we had been together he had grown up between my thighs."Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... fuck yes. This is exactly what I needed. Eat my little pussy."He started to say something to me but I ground my heated up pussy against his mouth so that he would keep going. I was getting close and didn't want to talk. My orgasm swept.