But I suddenly had that feeling of being watched and looked up, and to the right. Toward the front door.Cayla was leaning against the wall, spinning a...key on a key-ring around her index finger. She looked pissed, but smiled “Little thirsty are we?” she said smirking. Cayla threw the key onto the sofa and walked toward me. She was no where near as stunning and beautiful as Nikkie, but she was sexy. Her hips swayed from side to side, she had that perfect American girl hour-glass figure, her hair. Hey, supper's soon. Are you going to have a shower? You'd better hurry!"Water coursed off her back as she thought back to the brief encounter, the glimpse of nipples and the smooth brown triangle replaying in her mind, idly wondering how it would feel to run her fingers over the soft skin... "HEY OZ!" The sharp rap at the bathroom door startled her as she realized all she had been doing for five minutes was rubbing her front with the washcloth."C'MON! You'll be late!" I'll be right out!" she. ‘Good,’ she sighed as he lapped at her wet nether-lips. ‘More,’ she ordered. ‘Suck me dry.’ Natural lubrication had never been a problem for Gina, Castor’s face was already smeared with her juices. Her pussy tasted different than normal this morning. He wondered if she was getting toward the end of her cycle. Not that it mattered. Suddenly she clutched her thighs around his head and her body started shaking spasmodically. Slight gushed of liquid erupted from her cunt and Castor did all he could. But, here it is ... my friends are retired and getting grey ... they move slower and I see an older person now. Some are in better and some worse shape than me ... but, I see the great change ... Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant ... but, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we’d become.Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat.