She was independently wealthy ... but living arrangements other than the status quo ... were unthinkable.Her single foray into internet romance was wi...h a New Zealand sheepherder. It ended Baadly. (“Forgive me. I couldn’t help it,” he said sheeplessly.)Not only were they cycled together, they started at the same minute. We needed “feminine” products. Not exactly WE, but they. Situations like this ... leave me blushing.Abby was experiencing her first year of cycles ... pads were messy ... I. Then I drove back around to the house, parked the car and handed Aunt Dora the keys."Did you get what you needed?" she asked."Naw -- they didn't have the right size." Well ... That was a wasted trip..."So, here I was, sitting on my sofa and waiting for Mae to finish up in the master bedroom, with memories and feelings I thought had been long buried swirling in my head.Shortly she emerged wearing a robe that was open in front and underneath her bra and panties. She was palpitating her visibly. Life had become fun and interesting, and she was no longer depressed over her divorce. In fact, she rarely thought about her ex-husband anymore, so many other things were now occupying her time, nearly all of them good.She now rolled over onto her flat stomach and began doing push-ups, raising herself up with her hands then lowering her body down again until her large, bare tits pressed into the carpet under her weight. The tiny panties which she wore, barely covered her magnificent ass, and,. They watched as the lotion became clear and some slowly moved down my pussy slit and under my rear end. Dan got a towel and placed it under my read end. He smiled and said: “Your rear end looks OK Vastie maybe we can play back there today. He used a finger to rub my rear hole and I moved back not wanting to have him push that finger into my ass. I told him sex was off today. He smiled and turned towards my father. Daddy watched as Dan took off my top and bra undressing me completely. I sat.