Honestly, Chloë, sometimes I wonder if I didn’t marry a Fae… prancing around in the middle of the night, eating pâté, and getting into bed with...your street clothes on…’ He laughed, obviously entertained and with adoration. I stood there like a deer in headlights. ‘Chloë? Does he think I’m his wife? Is he still sleeping? What if he realizes it’s me in the middle of a love-making session and panics?’ ‘Well?’ he quashed my impulse to run. ‘I’m coming, Gaston.’ ‘Very good,’ he said pleased. I don’t. The friend had recognized his name from a few stories he had read in a porn mag and thought that he would be the right person to get in touch with.“Hey Will, it's Archie. You still a journalist?”“Sure.”“Then I think I have a story for you.”He had started to talk about something that he in turn had heard from a friend of his working at an university up state. It was a pretty spectacular story, and something that Will had a hard time believing. The rumor had it that all of a sudden a whole class. She was sixty-seven and really quite nice looking. Her hair was a natural gray and her skin was smooth and unwrinkled. Once I got her naked, you would have thought she was ten or fifteen years younger.Margaret was tall and willowy, her body was slender and tight and she had amazing breasts, small and quite firm for her age, I thought, with small dark red nipples. She was quite proud of her body and she was eager to show me how she looked. The photos I took of her are some of the most lush and. Anyways on with the story.It was about 10:30ish, Mark was out with his workmates and I had the place to myself. I hadnt gone out myself and went for a shower. After I came out from the shower I went into my room and went to open my underwear drawer but opened the wrong drawer to see some of my aunts things. There wasnt much, just some sexy underwear but being the curious thing that I am I decided to go through them and see what she had, after all I was on my own so no one would know. As I went.