I think so,” Lydia responded hesitantly. He took her hand, gently lifting it as he rose from the sofa. They tiptoed up the stairs and Andrew stood o... the landing, still holding Lydia’s hand as she eased the bedroom door open, leading him inside and then shutting it behind her. He took his jacket off and started to unbutton his shirt. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” he asked. “Oh….sorry….I-I’m just not used to this”. He had already unfastened his belt and was pulling his trousers and boxer. ” I told him he’s welcome to try. I groaned when he spread my legs a little more to allow him access to my ass and inner thighs. He could see my vagina; it was glistening with natural moisture, the lips deep red, and visibly pulsating. He continued down both your legs rubbing in the sunscreen combining it with a massage, and even doing my feet.I quivered when he ran his hands up both legs at the same time. Going from my calves to my beautiful ass cheeks, and he then pulled them apart to view. Is that new?” he asked, eyeing her curiously. He wasn’t sure if she had worn it before. It looked familiar, but not really.His ex-wife gave him a wry shrug. “Not really, but it’s been a while. I needed to lose a few pounds to make it fit right, so it’s been in the closet.”“Well, it looks good on you.”She nodded. “The blouse is actually fitted for me, so if I gain or lose weight, it kind of sags or bulges, you know.” She blushed in embarrassment. “It’s like I said, I needed to get back in. She had enough self-control to handle anything. What went wrong? Becky had turned into a young version of herself, except her daughter looked like Elisabeth, and Elisabeth had always been able to make Mary forget the things she swore she'd never do again. The previous night, when Becky came to her room, climbed into bed, and kissed her on the mouth, the girl's lips unhinged Mary from reality. It was as if she was in the hayloft, reliving the last time she had been with Elizabeth. Now, Mary had.