The walker has long since moved away and there isn’t a soul to be seen. We spread out our shirts and lie down together. Our mouths join again and I ...annot hold back the needy groan. The kiss deepens and our hands explore faster. He pulls away my bikini top and my firm, taut breasts push against his bare chest making him whisper soft words to me in appreciation. I can feel every sensation of touch in this heightened state from the grains of sand between my toes, the smooth muscled back under. I know you like mommy to show off for you a little. You look very handsome yourself young man. I can see I will have to keep my eye on you tonight. I sure hope so mom. We got in the car with mom driving. I watched close as she got in the car and when she did her skirt rode up letting me see the top of her stockings that were attached to the belt. I slid over next to her and began rubbing my hand up and down her leg. I wanted to know what kind of panties she had on. I put my mouth to mom's ear. As I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her knickers I could now feel exactly how wet she was, as my fingers slipped into her wet hole my thumb rubbing her clit she exploded, moaning and groaning as she wet my hand.“Geraldine come down to the bottom” I said, as she shakily moved down to the floor I pushed the ladders to one side then I unbuttoned her pants, pulled them down and releasing my own at the same time, I pulled her black smelly knickers down and said “Lean against the wall” as. It nagged at me. Yesterday, I found it very hard to awaken and really rouse myself for the day…it sorta felt like I was dragging an anchor for much of the morning. Also, the pressure I felt in my chest seemed worse. I decided to mention this to one of the medically-oriented people at our church, and ask if I really should worry about this, or if it was just another little sign that like the old wooden floors at our new home, I was just getting a bit older and a bit more creaky myself too. I had.