Between them, they had managed to turn the really nice little youngster that I remembered, into a spoilt little brat who could get just about anything...that she desired, by playing one of them against the other. Frankie by the way is actually Frances, the fifteen-year-old temptress that Jamie’s whole life had revolved around for the previous year or so. Although she’d been living several doors away all her life. God, the girls didn’t look like that when I was at school. Frankie was a great kid,. He scanned his surroundings, but with what seemed to be a blizzard going, couldn’t see or hear much past the edge of the platform. The stone he stood on looked just as it had in the entry room, and the flames, now blue-white, gave enough light for him to see that deep snow covered the ground in every direction. It seemed like it was night-time, and though he was cold, none of the snow falling was sticking to the platform, nor the arch. It took him several minutes of careful searching to notice. "On my wife of course." He turned his head to one side and had an impish look on his face, and then he started laughing. "Although in these times I guess it could go either way."I laughed too then I asked him a little bit about his wife and when he told me she was 61 I said that unless she was use to wearing thong panties it wasn't a very good idea to buy her a first pair."Really, why not?" Because, see this thin strap." Yea." That goes between the butt cheeks and if you're not used to it the. Lifting her up and against him all at once…as her body presses to his he deepens the kiss, their tongues dance and explore each others warm mouths… he feels the heat from her skin where his hand is…her heart beats with his as her breath quickens…she runs her fingers through his short light brown hair as she feels his hand run down from the small of her back to cup her ass as he tightens his grip in her hair…ending the kiss he pulls her head back as she looks up into his eyes…seeing the fire.