”“Food?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.“You know ... that stuff we eat,” Dexter said.“All right,” she said.”I was just thinking it w...s kind of kinky.”“Nothing kinky for me,” Dexter said with a shrug of his shoulders.She looked down at the shopping list he handed her.She said, “I like yogurt for breakfast.”“Get some,” Dexter said.“This is all frozen dinners,” she said.“Would you rather cook?” he asked.She said, “I can if you want.”“That would be fine,” Dexter said. “Buy whatever you. She was even wetter than my girlfriend was. My mouth went dry, my cock shot up and I began to shake. I felt nervous like it was my first time.She stroked my cock until it was rock solid. Then moved my hand away from her pussy, parted her legs and moved in to straddle me. Still holding my cock she ran it through her wet pussy. I was like a teenager, all I could do was stare at her pussy as my cock slid from front the back. She tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes as she lowered herself. ’ I said. Sylvia’s voice lowered to a husky level. ‘Come over here and play with me Pete.’ I moved over to where Sylvia was kneeling, her bottom raised up in the air, cut-off jeans riding in between her buttocks and the lovely mound of her pussy stretching the denim so the shape could be clearly seen. As I walked over, Sylvia turned her head and smiled. ‘Bob and I are really pleased you want to have some fun with us, I hope we are all going to enjoy ourselves?’ she said. ‘I think so yes.’ I. Our relationship picked off as if there had never been that hiatus, we clicked right from the start, the chemistry we had in 1975 was still there many years later. So, we started to make some plans, discussing options for how we could get back together. There is a word – serendipity – that means when fortunate things come from a combination of events. I heard a definition of serendipity as 'to look for a needle in a haystack and get out of it with the farmer's daughter'. A series of events.