It was clear even in my own befuddled state that Alison was building up to something and she needed a few moments to get organised. I used that time t... look her over.She had luxuriant deep red hair that she had dragged back into a ponytail, which served to emphasise how plump her face was. The rest of her body was a similar shape, that is large and not being excessively tall she looked round rather than Rubenesque. She was pale skinned but thankfully hadn't been plagued by freckles so her skin. However that dosen´t mean I cant have FUN!! I am in my late 60´s and very fit. Salt an pepper here with a little dash of grey, also you can tell that I have had a couple beers to many by belly. So if you are interested in an old geezer like me. Send me your email address, as I hardly ever come on this site often."Immediately I replied with my email address and within seconds I got an IM request from a Mr. Paul, in doubt, I accepted the request. To my very Great surprise it was my fantasy guy. No, he wasn't a vicar; the gigantic Victorian pile had been sold-off by the church many years before, because the up-keep on the place was so expensive; or so I've been led to believe.Somewhere along the line George Arnold and his first wife had bought it, and spent a load of dough on the place bringing it into the twentieth century.The first Mrs Arnold -- unlike her husband – was a very nice person. I can just about recall her, along with Sally's, Bill's and my own mother, taking all of us. " I guess you're right. Looks like we've got it to do."When we got in touch with Rose she raised a little hell, but mostly it was fussing about Roscoe vetoing my pickup and horse trailer coming along. In actual fact he'd done us all a favor with that particular bit of foolishness, since it was what convinced Sigfried to go around him and give us the truck, skidder, tractor, and such.It didn't help us here and now though so we all loaded our backpacks, locked up our stuff, and headed off.