We entered the women's boutique so Brittney could get more candy.

“Hi Gregg,” said Debbie. “I was sorry to hear about your wife’s passing.”

As we talked, Brittney yelled, “Grandpa, we’re leaving.”

“I’ll catch up,” I said.

Debbie invited me to her office for coffee.

“Cute pumpkin t-shirt,” she said rubbing my cock. “Let me ease your pain.”

She dropped to her knees. Witch Debbie licked, sucked, and slurped until I knew it was time.

“Swallow it all,” I whispered.

Minutes later we walked toward the front door, hand in hand. Debbie smiled, “Cum again.”

I winked, “I’ll be back.”