As a young woman, my cravings had a hair trigger on them and, more than a few times, the slightest stray thought of flesh or a glimpse of my own naked...body in the mirror would send my straight to the bed to feverishly work out that sudden flame of craving. Since my husband passed away seven years ago, I missed the joy of regular sex but I tried not to think about it, busying myself instead both to forget the pain of his loss and to forget the passion that had left my life.That thought was. We had a great time, and several times I would wrap my arm around her waist and held her close. And sometimes I would let her skate on ahead just so I could watch her. I loved watching her ass moving back and forth in that bikini bottom as she skated in front of me, her cheeks covered by only a single layer of cloth.God, if I was not in love with her sister I would love to take a bite out of that ass myself. And then she would turn around and skate backwards facing me, and seeing her moderately. I drove to Ouyen before stopping for fuel and a late lunch, then headed off to Bendigo planning to drive through to Melbourne depending on how I felt. Anne decided after lunch she felt like a nap, dropping back the seat she got comfortable and dozed off, in the back seat behind me Johnny got a better view of her cleavage, which improved after ten minutes as she shuffled to get more comfortable.I looked in the rear vision mirror as we chatted, noticing Johnny was having trouble not staring at. Throwing the jeweler's caution to the wind we head straight for a ladies restroom and the two girls put my new hoops in my ears. A look in the mirror confirms that I am yet another step removed from Roy.We shop together until I can't go on walking. I could change back into my sandals but can't bear to take my new platforms off. We decide to have a quick bite to eat and take in a movie. During diner we talk about each other. I tell them about my graduation last year and my staying with my aunt.