"Where are we going?" She wiggled in an attempt to slide off his shoulder."Stop it!" Smacking her on her rounded bottom, he continued on his chosen pa...h. She went still as the sting from his slap translated into desire. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm tempted to see if he'll do it again."Damn woman, you couldn't resist pushing could you? You had to run. I thought you were many things, chhetri but I never figured you for a coward." I'm not a coward!" Jagati smacked his back in frustration. As I got completely naked, I said..."Take off that nightie!! I want to see you in just your panties and those stockings!!"She did what I asked. She stood beside the bed and took off her nightie! This seventy two year old woman stood in front of me wearing white silk panties and black thigh high stockings!! Mimi's breast we're still perky, and her nipples, were so dark and brown.. so fucking hot!! I sat on the side of the bed, took Mimi by her plump little hips, pulled her to me; and, I started. Carl started to answer and I put a finger to his lips - that seemed to be getting to be a habit for me. "No. Don't say it now. It's easy to say now. Wait for another time, when it may be really hard to say, because then you'll say it only when you're really, really sure." What do you mean?"I slid my hand down his chest and stomach, through sticky, matted pubic hair to curl my fingers around his limp, crusty prick. I was about to answer when we were interrupted again."Carl, have you seen - OH!". But she just keeps walking. It's only five blocks now.It's so quiet, as though the mist is smothering sound as well as vision. Her shoes tap gently on the concrete. She cringes at every step. She wonders if she should stop and take them off. She knows the mist is hiding terrible things but if she's very quiet it might hide her as well. But to take her shoes off she would have to stop walking. And she can't do that. Because if she does stop she might see something. What that something might be.