**(Reader's Note: This story follows "Lusty Big Sister Rosie Pt. 04" To enjoy maximum reading pleasure I suggest you read them all in order! Check out my author's page!)
Rosie's memoirs continue...
Carol Luv, I stood at the foot of Tony's creaky bed and watched what unfolded next with a new and heightened appreciation for how open and totally in synch your dad could be with any lover, playmate or total stranger in a sexual situation. He was malleable and a master of pleasure, both giving and receiving. Giving to others was always first on his list. I am well sure your mum must have shard that with you before her death. Tony is like no other, still is, even as a senior citizen now, still a pleasure giver!
I watched this man, truly a stranger in most respects, I mean I knew very little about him really, and there he was holding your dad's cock like he owned it and I was rubbing my panties openly.
The intimacy level rose to new heights. I never imagined this, yes, the blue movie I could picture when I made the tentative arrangements with Mr. Pudgy, but this, this was so damn personal and in your face. Tony lay fully down alongside of Mr. Pudgy and both men rested on Tony's old feather pillows.
Mr. Pudgy fully dressed apart from his shirt being a few buttons undone and his tie all pulled loose and it dangled at a cockeyed angle from his partly button suit coat.
Carol, the suit looked like flipping brown tweed, so seedy and tacky. We might have some bum in Tony's bedroom, and he did not smell great. Heaven knows the last tub or shower he took; he reckoned if you throw on enough cheap aftershave, you'll smell great. NO! Not so!
Hell, Carol, he still had on his old black shoes. The guy looked about as comfy as sitting on a subway going to work.
"Hey, Get those clothes off." I encouraged to our overdressed guest.
