I was someone he could sit and talk to quietly, someone he could just spend silent time with while we were working separately, someone he just liked t... be with. It made me feel really good. Sure, it’s nice being worshipped. But this, I don’t know, I think it made me a little happier to be me. What a strange effect he was having on me. It was starting to get late and we agreed that it was time to get going. He offered to walk me home and I accepted. My apartment was less than a mile from the. She was the lone female standing in front of the guys that had noticeably developed upper arm muscles even when they hung at her side. Her chest was also the product of having muscles beneath her breasts. Her boobs curved upward and there was no sag at all.Regan managed to stand still as the guys' gaze came her way. She had a tiny waist that also made her breasts look larger than they were. Her form came from activities such as tennis and golf, but also from working out a few times each week –. At this stage in our lives it meant sucking on months-old peppermints from Pizza Hut, kept on the night stand for just such an occasion. It spoils the mood if you have to run brush your teeth.But, when you’re enjoying great sex, who cares about stale peppermints?Of course great sex, at our ages, and after twenty-five years of marriage, doesn’t necessarily mean long, drawn-out sex, which was good that morning because the kids came stampeding back into the house, wet, cold, and complaining.I got. He’s in his late forties, early fifties, handsome and built like a bull but he’s as gentle as a lamb. He asks inappropriate questions and doesn’t seem to know it’s wrong. He asked me once if I thought my daughter would date him and I said “she’s 17 Cordell and your in your fifties, what do you think”. Like I said, me and my daughter are very close and Cordell asked me one day “are you tappin that young pussy”. I should have told him off right then but I said “hell no Cordell, she’s my.