.. now ... I just don't care. He threatened the people I love and I won't forgive that. Not ever!" I can't imagine he will be out on his own for a lon... time, Dear" I suggested. "I think we can finally say we've seen the last of him." You mind if an old girl joins you?" Nan's voice came from behind us."Not at all," I answered quickly. "Annie Oakley is always welcome in this group." Very funny," she said with a frown which quickly turned into a smile."John, there's something I wanted to show you.. His arms travelled across her body, brushing against her breast, sending shivers through her frame. Her hands moved so as to feel the strong legs that were either side of her. Solid, muscular legs that were encased in blue jeans. Her hands moved up to cover the large hands that were caressing her from breast to hip. She turned in his arms so that she was facing him and their lips met in a long, passionate kiss, tongues dancing in unison, her hands on his back moving in firm circular movements. . My fingers ran up the insides of her thighs and soon I was running them up and down her slit through her knickers, she parted her legs slightly as I rubbed her gently but firm. I could feel her flab which was probably 18 stone. As I rubbed her with my right hand I fondled her breast with my left. This went on for a good ten minutes.I slipped my finger under the elastic of her knicker leg and found her slit to be wet, slipping my finger back onto her old clitoris she moaned. As I continued to. He took a deep breath as he returned the goblet to the table, the gritty smell of burning wood, spilled mead and unwashed bodies lying heavy on the air of the tavern. The stench was so familiar by now, he paid it no mind. Instead, his hand left the goblet and he raised it to his eye level, pulling his fingers into a tight fist.He was losing control of his hands and arms. He was losing control of his feet and legs. All of his appendages periodically trembled now and there were times when he.