“Oh my gosh,” she said, “where are my manners! Aunt Delia would you like something, coffee, tea?”“Coffee if you have it made,” she said. �...�It’s the one addiction I still can plead guilty to.” Stacey smiled, and headed into the kitchen. She put together a new pot of coffee and came back to sit across from the older woman while it brewed.“So anyway, what brings you here today? How are you doing? I mean...” said Stacey.“I’m better. I take my meds regularly and follow doctor’s orders and I’m doing. "Percy listened to the NYS Police CSI explain about finding a bag buried in her back yard. The bag had traces of a gun oil her late husband used after his pistol."The best part is that we were able to prove she bought the bag 'after' she reported the gun stolen."He went on to explain that she and her boy friend were spilling the beans on each other."Percy you'd have loved it. They couldn't rat each other out fast enough. It seems that the boyfriend joked one night in bed that if the husband. “Naughty!” I quickly and firmly grab her hips and smack her amazingly tight ass with two forceful blows and then I lay a little kiss on her cheek just under the poking rim over her pants while I force my hand down into her crack and tease her asshole and pussy lips through now wet panties. I flip her back over and leave her panting and moaning. “Its fucking hot as hell in here” I sneer as I begin to unbutton my EMT shirt. I slowly work my way down the buttons along the way throwing objects out. E. Gladys, Grace, Ned, Ted etc.--which are followed by otherscenarios, other circumstances that I feel may work well in astory--you've all seen my different shots at different story plans, somework some don't).These stories are written over many years. I had to re-post my novel"Sweet Marissa" a few years back after Fictionmania lost it after one oftheir re-boots. Anyway, that novel was probably my first effort. Thelisting of 2005 as my start point is incorrect. I posted my first storyhere.