Last week I told her to come over as my wife was out that day and she said she would, it'd be nice to have a catch up.She arrived and I was a little s...ocked by her appearance, she was more over weight than she used to be, she looked very much her age, 59, and she walked with a limp, apparently resulting in a car accident some years ago. Anyway as we talked about our lives she said her husband had had a stroke some 5 years ago and he was bed ridden and she looks after him 24/7 but she gets one. “Can I talk to you?”She didn’t respond.“Can we talk somewhere more private?”She nodded.“Let’s go over there,” I said. We walked over to the corner of a building on the edge of the lunch area. “Alyssa.”“Yes?”“I’m sorry to ask this again but I’m confused. When you left my house the other night you told me you’d like to do it again.”“Love to do it again.”“You’re just talking about yourself and not my sister or Lauren.”“Of course, I can’t speak for them.”“But when I called you and asked if you. If either of them or us, are not comfortable, we say goodbye and Nick, and I then go upstairs and fuck like rabbits. Sometimes they want us to take photos for them. We can only take the pics. Nick will block out our faces before sending them out. Then anything we post, we first make sure we have their full permission and block out everyone's face.Most often, couples want to keep this private, especially since the husband is not involved. Others insist on no photography at all. I have posted. ” I told my son from my squatting position. I tried to sound like it was no big deal, like going shopping or mentioning the errands I had to run. I hoped I was pulling it off.I watched his eyes searching the grounds, checking for company. We were alone at the far side of the parking area and we were running out of light fast.He lowered his head and turned around slowly, shyly. As he turned, his “Thing” came into view. I drew a quick breath, cleared my throat, and quickly shifted my eyes to the.