The session went well. I felt like I'd made good progress and was ready to start working on facial details.We stopped a little after four when it star...ed to get dusky in the room. Andrea stepped behind the backdrop and changed back into her jeans and sweater. As I was cleaning my brushes, she came over and put her arm around my waist, saying, "Um, I guess we've got a couple of hours before we go out for pizza. How about we go into the house and you make us a fresh pot of that nice mint tea?". I try to pick up my speed and catch up to her, but it is too late. Her hand hits the wall a second before mine. "Holy shit, you're fast," I say once I catch my breath."So are you. I thought you were going to get ahead of me half way through the second lap." She laughs."I tried, but no luck. Well I am going to do a few cool down laps before I get out." As I slowly do breast stroke across the pool, I can't help but think about how turned on I am right now because of her. I usually hate losing,. . old. His eyes were deeply lined, his hair gray. Dark shadows turned his eyes into hollow gaps in his face. Damn! He wasn’t that much older than my dad and my dad was only fifty-two. But he looked... Fuck! My dad is dead. Fifty-two or ninety-two. Dead is all the same.Ford looked at me, taking a moment to recognize me. He didn’t say anything, but left the door open and turned back toward their kitchen. I followed him.I’d been in here a few hundred times over the years. It always was a place of. "But?"That sly smile returned, "Fruits, and vegetables." she said, looking down at my hand, "and fingers!" I laughed as my finger slid along the crease in her panties. She put her hand over mine, indicating that she did not want me to stop. "So, when did you and Gramma start, you know..." At your age. We would make out,, get really heated up, I'd get ready to tear off her panties and she would stop me. I was so horny, at times, I would beg her for relief. Sometimes, she would give me a hand.