It wasn’t a hungry passionate kiss. You know, the ones that come before the hands move over each other’s body as they work up to sex. It was a slo..., tender, passionate kiss. Their hands did move over each other but Abe’s only touched her shoulder. Trish’s however rested on his cheek. To me it said “Thank you.” A ‘Thank you’ for what had taken place. I set off not really wanting to take them home. I knew that they would be going to bed together, it wasn’t exactly rocket science for me to work. He took his time, made a night stop in Roanoke -- which, he remembered, was Scooter's home town -- and early Friday afternoon drove into Glen Hill, more with the intent of saying hello and spending an hour catching up. It didn't work that way of course -- while many people had been shocked by September 11, this was the first that someone from the church knew someone who had been directly affected, and Pastor Jordan got the idea that perhaps Noah would like to do the Sunday sermon. Preach. She has luscious straight blonde hair with short bangs that goes long down her sculptured back. She has wonderful soft doe-like brown eyes on a slightly freckled, delicately beautiful face, with just a tiny hint of baby-fat still lingering around her cheeks and neck. She has one of those impossibly thin young lithesome bodies, nicely flared hips and perky peach-sized breasts that jut out firmly. As she removed her tank top and threw back her head to untangle her hair, she pushed her perfect. As the breeze blows across my nakedness I glance down at my body. Not too bad, I think, for a sixty year old man. I tend to watch my weight, and keep in reasonably good shape by walking several miles each week. I brush my penis and pubic area to loosen it from the remaining constrictions the clothing had placed on my genitals, and feel the cooling air. This action causes my penis to become a little erect and I toy with it briefly. It is about 6" fully erect and about 4" in diameter. I figured.