With so much work to do, sex really shouldn’t have been on my mind, least of all with one of the cleaning crew. But, hey, that’s me!Trying to conc...ntrate on what needed to be done, I opened a closet and reached for the rods and curtains. Unfortunately, items started falling off the shelf and, as I ducked, I felt hands on my hips, pulling me clear. Turning, I looked at Bill — and time stood still. I was aware of his strong hands on my waist while I looked into his captivating dark brown eyes set. Somehow the last year had aged her quite a lot. Gray was sprinkled liberally throughout her auburn hair. There was a slowness to her walk that was new, and I thought she looked extremely tired.Millie, at sixty-nine looked as charming as always, and her smile melted away the years. She was as desirable as she was the first time I met her, when she made Beth Ann and me fried chicken at their home overlooking Table Rock Lake.Jim showed his seventy-two years by his slow walk and deliberate. She slowly releases him, chains of saliva hanging between his shaft and her ruby red lips. She collects them in her hand and spreads them over his dick and looks me squarely in the face."Your turn," she says matter-of-fact, still working the cock in her hand. For a brief second I contemplate whether she means it's my turn to receive or my turn to give.The ping of the lift signals my floor. I tell her, "Another time, perhaps," and back out of the elevator cab as she sighs her disappointment. The. ’ (Tony) ‘I would love to be the grass that was caressing your skin. To feel you stretch yourself out on top of me. You can then feel me from the tips of your outstretched hands to your pretty little toes.’ (Cynthia) ‘Ooohhhhhhhhh. That feels so good.’ Cynthia spoke the truth as she had pulled up her tank top and was brushing her nipples. Then she ran her hand down to first caress her patch and continued to gently rub her clit though her cotton panties. (Cynthia) ‘Aaahhhhh. I am rolling on my.