How I would look forward to those moments when she would stay over and I would hope for a glimpse of her in a state of undress or even better that she...may decide to sneak into my room and slip of her clothes.It would remain nothing but a fantasy.My mother and step father went there separate ways and I was never to see her again. I was crushed.Fast forward 20 years and I was happily married to a beautiful woman who fulfilled me in every way. It's an old saying but in this case a true one, she. It occurred to me that Colleen might be insecure about her age, since there was about thirty years age difference between her and Mark’s body. She might as well as have worried about the tea in China, as Mr. Johnson couldn’t wait to be reintroduced to our long-time lover.Colleen’s body was softer and rounder than I remembered. Her breasts drooped as much as would be expected of a woman with her stature in her fifties. The pooch just above her pubic mound reminded me of all the things I wanted. I called one of the carpenters in my shop, Bill, whom I had known for years and who was more of a friend than an employee, and asked if he would join me on Susan's ticket for a week of rhum, calypso and whatever. Our holiday was fine and fun, our heads were miserable for five consecutive mornings, and I was a bit more mellow when I returned home. But still I was anxious to learn about the change in Susan's work.And I was rather miffed again, when I found out that she was not at all willing to. Energetic sex by the sound it. Kat was saying something between moans, but Tess couldn’t make it out.She laid quietly and listened, imagining Aunt Kat naked with her legs spread as Uncle Charlie thrust his cock in and out of her. Tess’s hand slipped into her panties. Her vulva was more engorged and wetter than she’d ever felt. She circled her clit, then rubbed the sensitive entrance of her pussy. She closed her eyes and relived her dream, Charlie’s body thrusting his cock into her tiny.