She unbuttoned the dress to mid thigh and left several buttons undone on top to reveal her cleavage. Her scent, Chanel, finished off the outfit.The si...es of her breasts were obvious under the dress and I knew that her nipples would be clearly displayed if they hardened. She topped off the outfit with her favorite high-heeled sandals. She looked, even at 55, like a very hot and ready to fuck, slut. I loved it and felt my cock beginning to harden again in anticipation of the evening's. Children, grandchildren, now a new wave, great-grandchildren, as I’ve repeated, luck’s better than smart. For the children and grandchildren, I baked cinnamon rolls, made our yard their playground, was involved with their schools, lucky me. With more luck, I may again and possibly "peak" at another wave in twenty years but don't wish such. Like Dad, I'm superstitious. To wish is to invite ill luck. Instead, like Mom, I pray and accept, pray for more luck but also accept God, even in God’s. Say it, say you are my slave."Ashley, with a bit of her old attitude back, said, "Please lets just get this over with." Ok," I said, as I sat up on my desk and hike up my skirt showcasing my shaved pussy, "bend over." Ashley bent over and Mike positioned himself behind her. I repeated the question, "Ashley, are you ready to submit?"Ashley answered stubbornly, "I am not submitting to you. I am just doing this so I won't lose my scholarship." I see," I said vaguely and then instructed, "Mike fuck. Little did Calli know that Andrew had co-opted Delia to help him find her the perfect engagement ring. Andrew had been evading her all week, meeting with Delia every afternoon to hunt down a ring that Calli would love. They hadn’t had much luck at the first few stores they’d gone to, nothing seemed to be right according to Delia. She’d known Calli since they’d met in first form, Calli had been boarding and Del was a day girl, coming to school every day but returning home after class. They’d.