I don't know which role you'll be playing but to my relief, you're just you.I invited you over for dinner, but we both know it is for sex. Still, I we...t through the motions and the part of me that isn't scared to death is hungry. Dinner is nice enough but I don't really taste it. We retire to the couch, both knowing what will happen next, but I still can't bring myself to act first. Our hands stroke legs and arms before you ask me what I'm waiting for.I make some stupid, laughing reply before. My house was warm, dry and looked after ... had I mentioned the money? I suppose not.It was my mother's house. She was struck in the pitching wedge on the eighteenth hole by double indemnity lightning ... she had insurance against the possibility. I inherited the house ... and next-door neighbor Doctor ... the cars, the golf cart and the money.Daddy was lost at sea ... he was still alive ... I heard from him now and again ... but he was out there somewhere ... sailing around the world with an. Lori moved against Ted, her erect nipples pressing against his strong, hairy chest, sending ripples of sensual delight rushing through both of them. She didn’t want to wait, so she backed off, undid his belt, then opened his pants and pushed them down. Then she pushed off his underpants, leaving him standing nude in front of her, his erection bobbing like a fishing pole. Her soft, warm hand encircled the fleshy cudgel and began stroking it. ‘Ahhhhhhh!!!’ Ted groaned, heat beginning to fill him.. My excitement was somewhat lessened when I saw their ages: 49 and 51. I felt a bit odd about the idea of sex with people the same age as my parents. However, I was feeling very horny, so I replied and we got chatting on MSN. They sent me their pictures and while the woman, Laura, was pretty good looking for her age, the guy, Patrick, looked like an old bloke down the pub with white receding hairline, less than flat belly and a face that reminded me of Howard from the TV soap Neighbours, right.