I’m always a bit of a loner, I suppose, no matter how many people are around me. I do get along with almost all the women, although, there are a cou...le of sluts that I try to stay away from, lest I be painted by the same brush. There’s no obvious animosity between us, and I don’t think I’m better than they are, but I’m not into drunken parties where you can’t even remember who you slept with the night before. Trust me, that will never happen to me, but I’ve heard it from several of the women. But the pert girl-next-door nipples never seemed to excite me as much as the mature hanging slope of an older woman's breasts. "It's too hot to be out in the sun like that," I said to her, seated in a grand old wooden Adirondack chair in cut-offs and shirtless. "Don't worry, dear, your grandmother is going inside to cool off in a minute. I have a fool proof method. You're lucky you can lounge around without a shirt on, your grandmother can't get away with that" Back then the guest cottage. Robby could see the triumph in his mother's eye. He wracked his brains fruitlessly trying to come up with a way out of this. He really didn't want to hear her crowing about her future grandchildren.Not realizing she could be overheard, Deidra muttered, "Who do I gotta kill to look that good?" The thought passed through his mind that she had no idea, but her comment did bring his attention back to Elaina. She was dressed in more modern clothing than the last time he'd seen her – much more. I splurged all over her face, chest, and hand, a lot of it dripping on to my abdomen. “That was great,” I said. “Yeah, I liked it, too,” she replied. “It was easier to do and more fun than I thought it would be. I liked when you did it, too. Oh, it made me feel really, really good.” “Then, I guess you wouldn’t object to doing it again sometime?” “Yes, oh yes, as long as you’re going to do it to me. God, I’m a mess. I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom without dripping all over.” .