To him, she was Cathy’s landlord, Cathy’s friend, and someone with whom he was just having dinner. For him, her departure on a stretcher had about...as much significance and meaning as her running off to the store to purchase a gallon of milk.He also knew that her death would have more impact on his life than her running an errand. Cathy had touched his world and she meant something to him. She would be upset about Gladys. She would turn to him for comfort, but that was something he didn’t know. " I tell you, and your hand instinctively moves toward the junction of my thighs. I flip the skirt back down, though, as a passenger from the forward car had climbed the stairs to sit on the upper level of our car."Bathroom?" You ask me, eyeing the one positioned on the other end of the car. I can tell you're excited, that this sounds like a great idea and you can't wait to bury your cock deep inside me."No." I reply, pulling my jacket off. "It's kind of cold out today, don't you think?" I ask. She ran her hands up the smooth, tanned legs to her perfect, tight ass. She slapped her cheek affectionately, and started to lift her top up over her round breasts. They fell down as she pulled her top over her head, her tight black bra barely holding her breasts in; She purposely bought them a size too small for the effect. She cupped each breast in her hands before undoing the clasp at the back, letting it fall to the floor. She slipped her black thong down her long legs before stepping out. Sally gave Becky one of her sleep shirts and helped her get set up in the smallest guest room.Becky was pleasantly exhausted. Her mind replayed parts of what had happened, and she had to admit that “swinging” had been more than enjoyable. She then fell into a deep sleep.She awoke and glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was after 10. Her body felt sticky, especially between her legs. She knocked on the door to the bathroom and then entered to take a shower. It was a walk-in with a sliding.