”“Forty-three.”“No.”“Forty-seven.”She laughed. “No. Split the difference, there I am.”“Am I your youngest?”“Yes, if you mean o...r age difference. But not by too much.”“You prefer older or younger men?”“Younger, of course. But there’s a lot more to it than that. —Am I your oldest?”“Yes.”“You don’t mind the silver in my hair?”“It’s beautiful.”She laughed, “No, the standard phrase is that it is distinguished.”“You are.”“You just want a mother figure.”“No. I want a woman who treats me nice.”“You. Inside was a full skirted,strapless ball gown in a dusky pink with white. Satin roses decoratedthe left hip where the skirt material gathered up, showing a secondary,white skirt underneath.I carefully pulled the dress over my head so that I didn't disturb mymakeup and laced up the back. I didn't have any fake breasts or bra, butwhen laced up tightly enough (which I had gotten the knack of) the shapeof the bodice gave the distinct breast shape. I tied the laces off in abig bow.I swished over to. We had both arranged it so that we could arrive home a little earlier than normal. The sun had begun staying in the sky a little longer each day. I figured if we hurried, we might be able to walk for a couple of hours.Anna said, "Yes," so we proceeded to get ready for our short trip. I helped Anna with her shoes and explained what she had to do. After that, we headed out across the pond.The snow on the pond was at least three feet thick in some places. Of course, Anna rode across the surface of. " Oh don't you perv," I moaned, but it was too late, my hips were banging back at my hand."Oh yes, yes," I cried out and came again."Good night my lovely," he said, "sleep well." No please don't hung up, please Colin, please," I begged."Sure, love," he said."Talk to me some more please," I said."Do you want me to come over?" he asked."No not tonight Colin," I smiled, "but thanks anyway." Anytime princess," he chuckled. My talking, even with pervie Colin had cheered me up considerably and later.