She nodded in response. Andrew carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He stood her up and slowly lifted her dress up and over her head. Alice... could hear him whisper, “oh fuck,” and patted herself on the back that she had spent the time Andrew was away to get into better shape. What Andrew was looking at was a perfect pair of perky B cup breasts in a light pink shear lace bra and matching underwear. Alice’s arousal had caused her nipples to harden. Andrew pinched one between his thumb. The next time I asked her to sit on my thighs. She eagerly agreed, and I had her there for the next few times. The first time of course, all I could feel was her crotch getting really warm. I stopped it and thanked her and hopped off to a shower-which included one of my most intense masturbation sessions of my life-I must have pumped out 10 long ribbons of come. The next time I had her on my thighs, she was prepared. She switched from sweats to a skirt, and yes, you guessed it, no underwear. I. I would mind very much." Her voice conveyed her indignation at the idea that she should have to leave the room. This was her house and they were guests. She looked over at the man still sleeping in the bed. She raised her cane and brought it sharply down on his leg."Jesus Christ! What the hell's going on?" screamed the man as the pain shocked him awake. He looked around wildly trying to figure out what was going on. He saw the old woman sitting on the chair moving the cane away from the. "Oh, whatever the hell. Just make sure it's good..." She winked at him and he felt himself want to gag as he forced another fake smile. Zach hated when people winked. It was just stupid and corny, like a bad old cartoon. Paying for the two bottles of Grey Goose, though, he found himself smiling a lot easier. Soon enough, he thought again. He slid back into the car and drove back to his house on Riverside Drive, parking in the garage. Still ranting sporadically, Amanda followed him into the.