She slowly moved her shirt little up, I sat beside her and started massaging her back bone, I was normal till then, then it came to my notice tat her ...ed panty was visible to my eyes, tat made me hot and hot, and slowly my rod was tight and was standing in my pajama, ready to dig, she told me to sit comfortable and massage so I just slowly sat on her thighs and started massaging her back bone, the way her thighs , in shelwar was touching my ass was making me more hard and hard, now I was not. Her eyes flicked from his to her chest and back again. Breathing heavily, she rose and suggested she show him the house. Justin dumbly followed as she went from room to room."I can't go in there, That's Chrissie's room. It will be a mess as usual. My other daughter Vickie has that room across the hall. She's hardly ever there, I suspect she'll be moving out soon."Justin was hardly listening to her. His eyes were fixed on her arse and the way it swayed as she walked. Sharon, he noticed, was. ‘Well I’m forty-two and own the Kate Wright Dance Studio. I suppose you’ll want to know my statistics?’ ‘Twenty-four, thirty-six, forty-eight.’ She whacked his ear and he howled with pain and pulled the car out of a swerve. ‘Don’t be rude,’ she scolded. ‘That was awful of you to say that. I’m proud of my body.’ ‘Yeah well I would be too if I were female with a body like yours. Your look real cute and unbelievably good for a woman of your age, er your relatively youthful age.’ ‘Thank you. How. It was the same issue as the one in her hand. “Oh, fudge,” she cried as she plopped down when she realized her mistake. “This is going to be a long flight for you with only me to talk to.” “I’m sure we can keep it interesting.” I said. Looking up at me she smiled and said, “Yeah, maybe we can keep it interesting.” She offered a delicate hand and said. I’m Abigail. You can call me Abby.” Still holding her hand I said, “And I’m Kenneth. You can call me Ken.” Abby giggled and my feeble stab.