‘What I’m trying to say is that you are impossibly more attractive than a younger woman can be. I love the gray in your hair, those fine smile lin...s around the eyes—they are evidence of your life experience, of your character.’ ‘You think I have lines around my eyes?’ ‘Look,’ I said, stopping and turning her towards me, ‘you are a supremely beautiful woman. You have an incredible figure. You have fabulous breasts. Perfect breasts. The best legs, I swear to God, I have ever seen. And on top of. Instinctively she tasted it. It was fresh too. The thought flashed through her brain; "I was watched."Bob was watching the game when she walked through the den. "Where are your brothers?" she asked. "Alan went upstairs and Carl is over at the Tinker's" "OK, is spaghetti all right for dinner?" "Sure mom," he said never taking his eyes off the television. "Well, that means that Alan saw me fuck myself," she thought. Thoughts raced through her brain. "Oh, God. He heard me call out his name. That. "What something to drink? No alcohol touches theselips, but I've got everything else you can think of." Blueberry juice would be nice," Andy said, naming something he figuredthe man wouldn't have."Yes! Anti-oxidants," Pick said. "Good choice. Don't have it.Cranberry?" Coke," Andy said."Yuck," the man said. He walked over to a chrome and leather side tableand reached underneath, pressing a button.He turned and looked at Andy until there was a knock on the door."Enter!" Pick called. A butler,. "That feels good, huh?" She giggled, after she ran her tongue slowly across the length of his shaft. "Yes," he moaned heavily, suddenly unable to stop his cock from pulsating; he desperately tried to picture something non-sexual, yet, nothing seemed able to stop the soon to be inevitable result. "Nope, not yet," she said and let go of his cock, sliding slightly away from him. "You woke me up in the middle of the night, you better do a damn good job apologizing!" She giggled and took off her.