. the boy loves you. Don't play with his feelings for too long.It's not just deceitful, honey... it's mean. Now, I know you as well asyou know yoursel..., Quinn, and we both know that you're not a meanperson."He nodded. "Thanks, Annie. Can we just go home now and get some rest? Ifeel like I might get sick if we keep talking about this."Ann squeezed his hand. "Ok, baby. Just take a breath and stay calm. I'lltake you home."As they drove through the evening twilight, Ann wondered if she'd pushedhim. WRONG! They first made eye contact, smiled, and returned the greeting. Within a second or two, one of them looked down and shrieked, "Lucille, look, his 'thing' is showing!" Lucille looked down and said, "Oh, My! Young man, did you know your cock is sticking out?" My Cock?" WTF! What woman in her 80s (yes, they were both VERY old - one with blue hair, the other with pink tints in her coif) uses the term "Cock?" By this time, I'd stopped in the hallway. There I stood - shrinking cock and. .as the weather starts clouding over I look over to her and ask her if I can come out the stables with her as the weather don’t look so good.... I give a sly look down to her breasts and really want to touch them.....she snaps me out of it as she asks me to open the gate... after I shut the gate she half clambers out of her 4x4 reaching into the glove box looking for something.....I can’t help but stare between her legs at her jodhpurs which had ridden up and were so tight I could see her panty. Despite his shortcomings, his age and his distaste for cunnilingus, my mother liked him. (He did make her cum most of the time, and she had lovers, men and women, mostly artists for whom she modeled, who could satiate her libido. The male artists less, being narcissistic, but the women more than made up for them.) She liked his bravura and his gentleness. She found him charming and amusing, and his polarity of character cute. Afraid to admit her amusement, when she did, he laughed and winked..