She left the conversation, entering her room, not sure how to handle the situation. Then she had an idea. She opened her press, digging deep she found...a pair of tight shorts, lycra sports shorts, that were more like hot pants. She had ordered them online, but they were much too tight, the stretchy material left very little to the imagination, even causing to show a camel toe, the back left half her butt cheeks visible, hanging from the bottom of the shorts. Putting them on, she had no panties. I had a middle-age spread around my belly and my thighs were a little large, but in general, I was quite slim. A size 12 probably.My lower legs were quite slim and toned, as were my arms.My 36B cup breasts were facing south now although they were once quite perky, the advantage of not having children. As I have aged my nipples had started to face more inwards, as well as south.As I turned around, I saw some moles on my back and a saggy flat bum.When I looked at myself again, I looked down at my. Barney's a good guy though, been dropping in for coffee at breakfast for as long as I can remember and Thelma Lou? wheee-ew, nice bit of ass there and Miss Crump has a set of knockers a guy could have a good time with.Pa had just left as did Aunt Bea but I waited half to three quarters of an hour in case someone forgot something, turns out it was me who forgot that old Barney had keys to the house. I could not believe it. There I was laid out on the sofa in heels a nice dress a string of. Jane and Margaret were already very tipsy and I could hear them whispering and giggling from the kitchen. I went to sit down on the couch opposite them, but they parted and Jane patted the now vacant space in-between the two grannies in a demand for me to sit down, and I did so, the three of us cosily now perched on the leather couch. Almost instantly, Margaret started stroking my side with her hand, her nail rather pleasurably scratching my skin through my t-shirt. Although it was slightly.