I know I need to lose some weight but then why? All my family are stocky build so I just accepted it as the norm.You are born, you live an experience(...), and then you die. Why worry about the little things in life like weight.It was at this point I ran directly into her. Her head was down and like me she was asking questions about life. The only difference was she was 19 and I was 49. Two generations apart.She had long blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a blue bikini top and a wrap. The food was great and Iabsolutely enjoyed the company. My girlfriends got me some awesomegifts. Rachel got me a small makeup kit and a bottle of perfume. Julieand Leona made clothes for me; a button down shirt and a pair of skinnyjeans. They also chipped in and bought me a pair of gladiator heels;they looked super sexy and I couldn't wait to try them on later. Stacygave me a CD of music from the last few games she worked on.Will noticed that and quickly mused, "So THAT'S why you get along. I stroked harder and I was on the verge of cuming, when I opened my eyes and saw Michelle’s head. She was standing at the edge of the shower curtain watching me and started to laugh saying, "You’re busted." Already completely nude, she stepped into the shower and started to stroke my cock. I started to touch her pussy slowly, and then I fingered her. She looked into my eyes and kissed me, asking what I was thinking of. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her the truth. I had pictured Mike’s. "Come here."She looked at me, squinting, like she was having trouble focusing. "That was ... you were ... a mad man," she whispered in a soft raspy voice."You seemed to enjoy it."Her lips curled into a sexy grin. "Hmmm." Come here," I repeated.She shook her head. "You're sweaty. I am too. We need a shower," she objected, but didn't move from the side of the bed."I want to talk to you," I pleaded."We can talk in the shower." Come here," I demanded, forcefully.She looked at me. "I'll take that.