The older man studied the gigantic booty in front of him. He salivated as he shared, "We have about four hours." Ooh goodie," Benji beamed.Benji had t...e drink in his hand and downed most of it when he finished descending the stairs. Hank swooped in with another in the nick of time.The fleshy gurl took a swig and announced, "I'm going to go get changed." Yeah, baby," was all Hank could muster.While Hank waited, he fixed another glass of cognac for himself.Benji came back into the main room. He. My hands would tremble as I slid them between her upper thighs pulling up her stockings. I always managed to fumble with the garters in the front. I could see traces of black pubic hair peeking out from her crotch and I strained every fiber of my being trying to smell her crotch. But I could not. It was the sight of her standing in bra and panties that was burned in my memory forever and caused me to do the next thing in my sexual development or deviant behavior depending on your point of view.. It was, as I'd expected, empty except for Fred still sitting there stolidly.He didn't turn, but maybe I hadn't been as quiet as I'd tried to be. "So, you are still here, Larry," he said.I laughed out loud. Fred was well along, into his early 70s I guessed, but you didn't slip much past that old man. "How'd you know it was me?" I asked.In answer he just pointed to a small mirror fixed above the chair where he sat. I hadn't noticed it before, it was unobtrusive, but it gave him a rear view of the. But in their village he found a widow named Lichelle who was a quite a few seasons younger than him, but didn't care about his age.She had lost her husband a number of seasons back and she was having a hard life living alone because she refused to trade sex for things to live on. She did what she could, but there wasn't much she had as a skill other than being a housewife.He tried not to, but he fell in love with her. She was so open and friendly, not to mention beautiful with her long straight.