‘Well uh… uh… I need to know before he gets back – I’m okay with George being here if that’s the plan.’ She looked at Jarrad — he nodd...d. She looked at Brad — he nodded also. ‘And he’s staying the night?’ ‘Right,’ Brad confirmed. ‘Yeah, and the way we had it worked out,’ Jarrad explained tongue in cheek, ‘Is that he would take the extra bed in Brad’s room and I would sleep with you.’ He grinned as he looked at Brad, then back at Ashley. Ashley chose to continue the game. ‘Sleep,’ she screeched. The passenger had his tanned arm resting outside the window. His fingers tapped on the doorframe, beating along to the made up song the driver was singing. In his other hand was a beer bottle with not much amber liquid left in it. He brought the bottle to his lips and finished the contents with one swig. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before finishing off the original song with lyrics just as crude as the driver had made up. Both roared with laughter. They were solid men, strong. My stroking resumed above her top, feeling her fleshy boobs until she uttered: “Please, no, don’t do that to me!” This request, was totally ignored, for I kept kissing and fondling, until I was done with the last button, and her blouse was wide opened for me now. This sudden outcome, made her object; her face expression showed disapproval forcing me to stop. Out of the sudden, her womanhood took over, in complete control, as she realized I was on my wasy to fuck this 50 yo woman. . . seen 'em all!"Even Maxine laughed at that. "Maybe you two look similar now, Darcy's still young enough that I'm sure her boobs are still a bit perky, fuller ... but not mine. Especially at my age, gravity and all," she said looking down at herself. And of course when doing that, forcing my attention towards her. Maxine as usual sat in her robe, and as I had also learned a time or two, with very little on underneath it. Even as she sat there now, I could clearly see the hint of her cleavage.