Joan and Milton were childless. From talking to them, I knew it wasn't by choice but because she couldn't bear children physically. She and he were gr...at people and always treated me like a son. I was anxious for them to meet Karen. We walked to the door and I rang the bell.Milton answered the door and invited us in. Joan came out and flew to my open arms. Karen was hugging Milton and then introducing Marianne, Irene, and Jim. Joan listened and held her arms to take both my sisters in as Jim. Susan watched with lustful amusement as I furtively snuck around the front end of the next aisle. We shopped all down the second-to-last aisle and it seemed to take an eternity. I still had things on my list that I needed to get, and my concentration was slipping as my arousal increased.I almost went crazy trying to watch out for any employees or customers, read my list, and fill the basket. In addition, I had to deal with Susan periodically stroking my erection where it stuck out from the leg. Her mind is made up She slides his legs closer, allowing for her body on top of his. She moves forward, cautiously approaching his waist with her own. She is on all fours. She raises herself up and creeps across his body, careful not to wake him. She is now straddling his manhood with her honey hole only inches above the treasure she seeks. She reaches down between her legs and grasps his steel-hard shaft; feeling the heat and moistness her own treasure box is producing. She can wait no. I am glad we can talk about such things openly and honestly without embarrassment. I find it refreshing! Night.” “Night. Until tomorrow,” John replied. As he signed off, he began wondering about those last two questions. At 55, he was done being embarrassed about things of an intimate nature. Still he found her questions intriguing. He wondered how many more questions would there be in the future? He also wondered what kind of personal questions he could ask her in return? He did know.