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I walked through the rest home corridors, to my ex’s room. Pat was sitting on her bed, ready to go for coffee.”Hi cunt,” I teased.She tutted and retaliated by calling me a ‘Twat.’It was a pleasant surprise to see what Pat was wearing. Just as important as what she wasn’t. My eyes told me Pat had granted my wish. I had asked her not to wear a bra. It wasn’t obvious, obvious she wasn’t wearing one, but I knew. I know how Pat’s tits hang.It was when Pat stood, you knew for sure, The sway of Pat’s unrestrained tits, and I could just make out the tips of her nipples pushing against the dark material.”Ready?” she asked.”Are you going out like that?””Why not?”I mumbled I thought she would wear something over the top.Pat came up to me, almost standing on my toes. She looked me in the eyes, and said sternly, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not for you. I never wear a bra now.” I got the message, and then she asked in a softer tone, “So, aren’t you going to say hello properly?”I kissed her on the lips, but just a peck.”For fuck’s sake,” Pat complained. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me to her, and kissed me. An open-mouthed kiss which she wouldn’t stop until her tongue had probed my mouth.Pat pulled away, “I have to tell someone I’m going, and we’ll be on our way.”I assumed it would be one of the nurses, but it was a guy. His room was just down the hall from Pat’s.Pat knocked on the door and went in, “Morning Des.”I was just behind beylikdüzü escort and in time to see Pat kiss him on the cheek. Des must not have seen me because he felt Pat’s tit. Not over her shirt. Des put his hand inside and squeezed Pat’s bare breast.Des, who must be in his eighties, didn’t seem to mind me seeing him feeling Pat up after all. He only took his hand out to shake mine and then put it back inside Pat’s top.”She sucks my cock, you know,” Des blurted out.I chuckled, but Pat scolded Des. “Fuck me, Des. I’ve told you, stop telling people that,” Pat said angrily.Pat took Des’s hand from under her shirt and told him she would see him later. We drove to the coffee shop without saying much, but I smiled all the way.”So, what’s the story with Des?” I asked when we got our coffee.”Oh, he’s a nice old man, but he can be a bit much. He grabbed my tits once. I should have given him a bollocking, but I didn’t. Now he thinks he can touch me up anytime he pleases.””You didn’t seem to mind,” I teased again.”No, I wanted you to see. If nothing else to piss you off.” Pat admitted.I had to ask, “And sucking his dick?””God, he tells people I do, but luckily nobody believes him. He’s always making things up.”Pat didn’t look at me while she spoke, so I believed Des, “How many times?” I asked.”Alright once. I watch TV with him in his room on a night. I started stripping to my waist, the way I did for bahcesehir escort bayan you. One night he asked me to. So I did.””And did you swallow?””Naw. Des is like you; he can’t get it up. I just sucked his limp dick.””How many times?” I repeated.I don’t know if Pat meant it, but her voice was sharp, “Once. I told you.”I looked at Pat with a face that said, “I don’t believe you.”Pat began admitting to two or three times. The number grew until it reached regularly. Inexplicably she confessed she lets Des strip her naked, eat her cunt and finger fuck her.”I thought you wanted to piss me off. Don’t you think that would have served better than a quick grope?”Pat deflected the question, “Are you in a motel?”I told her I was, and Pat told me to take her there. It was almost an order.”Don’t get any ideas. I’m not sucking another soft cock for no reward,” Pat told me straight.That remark killed the conversation until we got to the motel.I switched the TV on and made a cup of tea each.”Anything else you want to tell me?” I asked.”No, not really. Nothing that is any of your business.” Pat said with that sharpness to her voice again.Whatever it was going on in Pat’s life, I didn’t ask because of her tone.It was a shock when Pat unbuttoned her shirt. She didn’t take it off; she just left it open.Her tits looked as good as ever.”Like old times,” I said and took a chance to squeeze Pat’s right tit.”Let’s escort bayan beylikdüzü drink this outside,” Pat requested.I wondered why Pat had undone her top if she was going outside. The reason wasn’t long in coming. Pat strode out, sat down without any regard her tits were on show. No-one was around, but Pat didn’t know that.I sat down and glared at Pat, “What?” she asked.”You! Out here like that. What if someone sees?””If it bothers you, go inside, I’m fine.”I told Pat I love what she was doing and how daring she is. It was just unexpected.”Do you mind if I take a photo?” Pat was happy, so I took one.A voice came from the side, “Can I?”A man was standing looking at Pat. She didn’t try to cover herself. Pat smiled and said, “Sure.”Whoever he was, he got a few good shots of Pat’s bare tits. He asked if we were staying and looked disappointed when Pat told him she wasn’t.”I don’t believe you. Letting a stranger photograph you.” I said when he left.Pat chuckled, “I don’t mind. It was just a few tit shots.”I thought about how different Pat was, and so calm.Eventually, I said, “I’m not sure what’s going on. Not after seeing you with Des. What you said in the car, and that little exhibition.”I had a thought. It was supposed to stay in my head, but it didn’t, “And what would you do with a hard cock?” As soon as it came out of my mouth, I knew how ridiculous it sounded.Pat astonished me, “I suck and fuck them.”My jaw dropped, but I managed to say, “What.””You think I don’t get hungry for a hard prick. I didn’t suck Des’s cock just for his sake. I wanted him hard and in my cunt. It hasn’t worked, so I took other measures.”I took it Pat was talking about the subject she said was none of my business. But she had opened the door for me.
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