"You've got a lovely apartment, Gran," she said. "But what was wrong with the old one? You'd lived there all my life."I had to move because of the sta...rs, dear," said Primrose's grandmother who carefully eased herself into a leather armchair. "The frequent power cuts mean that the lift often doesn't work. Ten flights of stairs are far more than a woman of my age can cope with." But you're not actually on the ground floor, Gran." I can manage one flight of stairs. And anyway I don't want to get. " The van sped along the Interstate toward the Capitol. I stared through the windshield into the wet darkness, my thoughts deep inside me, deep in darkness. I knew not what the future held for me, but whatever it was, I didn't like it. The miles ticked off on the odometer, the speedometer a steady 75, the tachometer comfortably in the green, the two men in the front seat talking about football or women or something, the radio pumping out horrible rock music. I saw but did not notice the dog. My cock was hard and was almost perfectly defined while it was erect under my shorts. My physio theripist saw this and said "are you happy to see me" so i replied "yea but this sort of happend before you came in" he then asked me if i was right handed so I awnsered yea im right handed he then steped closer to me and kneeled down and said it must be very hard to relif yourself and asked if I wanted to take a break from regular exersizes on my arm. I happily said yes then the next thing I knew. “Shh, I’ve got something to show you, no yelling, just watch!” Delores heard it, that sure sounded like sex to her, but ... no guys? As they were sneakily walking down the hall, Paul had a warm hand on her ass, gently stroking and pulsing one cheek, He knew she loved ass play. By now, Paul’s hand on her was a good thing, arm, waist. over a shoulder, just holding hands, all of that touching was not only good but important, she needed hs hands, now with her clothes on, a hand on her ass was as.