And even if some of them were alive, how would I approach them? Where have I been for fifty years? I don’t think they’d believe me anyway.”Eve s...t studying the young man. He was attempting to deal with his situation and had focussed on his having left his past behind and was now a sixty-eight-year-old man in a youth’s body. Except, he didn’t have the experiences and memories of a sixty-eight-year-old. If there was ever a case study for her to document, this was it, dropped right in her lap.. She slapped my hand away, but giggled, the attention wasn't entirely unwelcome, but this wasn't the right time."Where's Nitro?" She asked as she sat at the opposite end of the dinning table, not bothering to close her robe."I let him out a while ago, last I saw, he was hunting the hedges, probably smelling out the foxes." Even with the familiarity of her body, accrued over the years, the glimpses of her tits were mesmerising and of course, had the desired effect on my cock, which was getting. ”I walked around to my side and started the engine, adjusting the heat up by a few degrees to get rid of the chill. Eve settled in quickly and pulled her hood back – at that moment I realized that she was probably a French Canadian / Native American mix because of her high cheekbones, complexion and eye shape. She had her hair tightly pulled up, a hairstyle that I found wasn’t particularly flattering for her, but she was definitely attractive and had a friendly face.We sat silently and. I squeezed gently, my other hand pulling her even closer. While I squeezed and played with her nipples she moaned with pleasure. My other hand slipped under her shirt, raising it up. She let go of me and raised her hands above her head, allowing her shirt to slip off. Now wearing only her pants and a sexy bra, she said to me in a lustful voice, “You want to fuck?” I looked at her, my tongue thick with lust. “yeah, I want to fuck” I replied. .