Not knowing what, if any thing would happen, but I had to try. I talked to her on the phone and asked to see the apartment again. I also said, it was ... good excuse to see her again, too. She laughed and said she was too old for me anyways. But I had planted the seed.Later that day, she greeted me at the door of the empty apartment. She talked about the place some more, but it was obvious I was more interested in her. I told her how pretty she looked and she smiled. She wore a tight, white shirt. I was getting rather frustrated with the whole process because sex just wasn’t fun anymore.One morning in the shower, I was lamenting my lack of a good, hard fuck and remembering what our sex life was like just a few years before. I admit my memories were getting me horny, and soon my hands were wandering over my slippery, soapy flesh, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples and then wandering down to caress my pussy. I had just let one finger slide between my lips to touch my clit when I. ‘I’m glad you’re home. I don’t think I can get up.’ ‘Not with three kids sitting on you anyway.’ ‘Oh, Bill, aren’t they wonderful. And it won’t be too long until there’s another one.’ I stood behind her as Carla at forty opened the front door. Our daughter was there. Beaming, shining. A reflection of her mother. A young man at her side. ‘Mom. Dad. This is Jason.’ In front of the church, I opened the car door for Carla at forty-two. ‘I can’t believe I’m the mother of the bride. Good Lord,. Mabel suddenly giggled as Alison’s tongue slipped up inside her cunt. ‘Stop it, you sexpot, I haven’t had any breakfast yet, an old gal needs her food,’ she complained with a fond smile. ‘I am having my breakfast now, if you don’t mind, and it tastes lovely,’ replied Alison from between Mabel’s thighs. Mabel reached down and tousled Alison’s hair, it was long and blonde and was tickling her as she licked her clitoris. ‘Stop that and kiss me,’ she ordered. Alison slid up Mabel’s naked body and.