"And it's you who taught me years ago that appearances can be deceiving!"Jim looked over and saw Cindy deep in thought staring at several pictures mou...ted on the wall. They were taken in June of 2033, when a Federalis inquisition battalion finally found the bodies of Steve and Bert in the SUV ditched in the forest stream north of Harman. The pictures were captured by the WFM in December of 2035 when they overran the Federalis capitol of Atlanta Georgia, and Jim had recently lifted them from a. I didn’t wrinkle up as Mom did. Those who hadn’t seen me for a while remarked about my fountain of youth appearance. I returned their compliments. Theirs’s had an element of truth versus blatant deceptions. Seeing their decay still reflected on my ageing. To camouflage menopause, personal upkeep was doubled down. My attire remained selected for attention, but conservatively. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend.. I ran my finger over my clit and my knees almost gave way. I shuddered and leant back against the wall for support. The cold of the bathroom tiles against my skin made me shiver. I carried on teasing my little bud, then slipped a finger into my tunnel, finding it hot and sticky from my earlier tumble with David. I closed my eyes and thought of Eric’s tongue buried in me. Within moments my body felt as though it was on fire! My nerve endings sang with pleasure, and I could feel my nipples. It was because of the pleasure I gave her during sex chat. After we got close to each other I asked her for sex chat. First, she rejected but then later she agreed. I am the king of fantasies. So I gave her my best. The very first attempt was successful. I made her cum just by sex chat. She was quite impressed with me. So it became a regular habit for us to have sex chat at night and take a big dump. This continued for some time. We both started getting bored of it. We both knew this wasn’t.