He certainly wasn't one of my problems. Well, maybe he was, because he's getting older, too,and he's older than I am. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or wi...l be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him."Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish. I can see Miki working this guy's dick and watch it grow in her mouth.I get behind Miki and slide into her easily. I grind my hips a bit and then try to time my thrusts with her head bobs, causing her to take his whole shaft down her throat. I give the guy a warning, "if you feel like you're going to cum, take a break." He stays with it for another minute or two and then pulls away. I tell the guy to get his condom on and I continue working Miki's pussy some more. Now comes what I was really. Got a little bit of a roll if she was leaning but her proportions were completely normal. Most days she wore jeans or khakis, never tight fitting leggings or tanktops. A lot of the fat that she did have ended up in her chest, but that's not the part I liked. Even more of it ended up where she sits; her ass was tight fitting, round and wide.Maybe part of the reason I fantasized about her so much was because she was so obviously out of my reach. We were good friends, but it was blatantly obvious. Now what? What kind of game was she playing?I worked my way toward the front of the store but she stayed inside. I stepped out, made it look like I was going to go back in, then hurried away. I ducked into the body lotion store. Ashley hurried back to the other store. I quickly caught up to her."Ashley," I said.She jumped."Sorry," I said, laughing at her reaction. "I'm sorry I hurt your arm." That's not what is hurting," she said."I'm going home now. Do you need a lift?"She shook her head."Same.