I knew I was damp, and even though I couldn't quite recall why, I knew it was something naughty, and sexy, and delicious.I also knew that this was the...last step. To move on, I had to take back control of myself. It's not like I hadn't masturbated. Wanking with a stockbroker was great fun, and he liked to have me do it in the car.He could drive while I sat beside him, my short skirt flicked up around my waist, slinky panties a wisp of pink about my ankles. I would spread my knees and take care. I'll send my Jackie over for it.When I got to Ava's house, the door was open and Ava called out to me to come in. She was standing in the kitchen with nothing on but a sheer night gown. Pale blue in color and transparent, I could see through the thin material that she was not wearing panties or a bra.I asked for Sam. Ava answered, "He's playing golf. Am I making you nervous? Do you think I look pretty good for a fifty two year old woman?"I moved closer to her. She wanted to be kissed. I took. He reached beyond her mound, sensing her thighs parting, and he was stroking, gently stroking, that fantastic smooth skin of her inner thigh, as she began to pull at his hardness.She broke their kiss and gasped, "I want you inside me, Harry. I know I've wanted it for some time."Harry gave her a loving smile and said, "And you never told me. How cruel you women can be."He would have happily gone ahead with her request. In fact, his throbbing cock was longing to lance its way up inside her. But. "Not that kind!" Not that kind of what?" Yuck! Blue milk!"Tina was grinding coffee. "She doesn't like the skim milk. Get her the2%." Ken looked up at Tina and saw the bags and wrinkles around hereyes. Tina held the back of her hand to her forehead."Are you OK?" Ken asked, as he fetched the 2%."Fine, just a headache," Tina replied."That's mommy's cereal! I don't want that."Tina brought over another box of cereal and handed it to Ken. "Sorry'bout that," she said, "Julie likes this kind. It's too.