It seemed to me that she liked it when I called her that way because she would always call me “Dear” or “Honey” or other things in Puerto Rica... that sounded sweet as they rolled off the tongue.Sure, she was almost fifty but that was not to say she wasn’t still physically attractive in a mature sort of way. In fact, I liked the way her tits drooped a bit and her nipples were well used after feeding three children as she raised them the old-fashioned way with mother’s milk. Mrs. Brown was not. Not having anything else to do, I decided ‘Why not?’ and headed over. It was a nice meal and the company was quite pleasant and fun. We all seemed to get along great. We did this a few more times, becoming more and more friendly with each visit. One day, we had arranged a day trip to a more rustic part of the state. I arrived and was helping with some chores when the wife asked me to come sit with her on the couch. She thanked me for taking a chance on them and helping them get more acclimated. They cling to each other, laughing and so happy together. They again quickly clean up that area of their bodies, wash each other’s hair and step out of the shower. Wrapped in fluffy towels, they move to Phoebe’s dressing table. It takes no time to dry Les’ short haircut, which seems to just fall in place.Then Les takes the hairdryer from Phoebe and starts to dry and style Phoebe’s long hair. It falls over her shoulders, thick and dark brown. Feeling its softness as Les dries it, she. I turned the engine off and as i did the front door opened ,and john stepped out wearing just a pair of baggy white shorts.he was not what i remebered,he looked older than before,skinny white legs small man boobs,belly hanging over shorts and he looked all hot and bothered....i was in two minds about staying or turning sround snd leaving.i got out of the car feeling nervous and headed toward john who was now smiling. you found it ok he said, .