She leaned her face to his japanese and kissed him on the lips. Any angst she’d had about it was erased immediately. Bobby’s lips parted and his tongue instantly searched for hers. Her other hand was soon on his hip and his arms were halfway around her back. Their tongues did soft whirls and twirls, each exploring a brand new mouth, and their first kiss lingered on. Her fingers dug into his skin through the thin cloth of her robe and his hands explored her lower back. His penis grew between his legs. “I hope I wasn’t too forward,” she said when the kiss ended. They still held each other. “If you hadn’t kissed me, I would have kissed you,” Bobby said. “I just hadn’t yet figured out how.” Ella shook her head and smiled. “How old are you?” she asked. “Almost twenty-six.” “Almost twenty-six, huh? Well, I’m almost asian fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty years younger…” “You kiss like you’re twenty-eight.” “Oh, really? And what does that mean?” “It means we should kiss whomever we want; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever.” He pulled her a little closer and put his hand on her cheek. “Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It’s obvious where Bree’s and Summer’s foxy lady genes came from.” He pulled her japan head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby’s cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. ‘God what are we doing?’ she thought. Without missing a beat and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella’s fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their fetish kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella Hardcore pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair. "I can feel it," she groaned as he scraped her bowels where the whiskey had stung her. She’s in a coma. It tastes amazing. I chuckled. My breasts heaved as Becky devoured me. Her tongue licked and lapped across my folds, fluttering with her unskilled charm. I further secure it by slipping the pull tie string of my suit through the hole of Hardcore the key. I put three slices of bacon, two sausage patties, some veggies and of course the toast and eggs on a plate for John. She was such a beautiful woman, elegant and refined. They stood there in silence for a few moments before Zach started taking his shirt off. He doesn’t stop me or even fetish ask any questions. Now for auntie Anne he thought as he shot another load into grandmas eager mouth. “That japanese orgasm... Mmm, you're sucking me like a baby! The food comes out, served japan by hired chefs. Not a word from Violet nor Clark. Melissa and her asian four companions sat in the darkness, wondering what would happen next.