I didn’t need people to tell me I didn’t look 50. It was obvious I didn’t. I felt more like I was turning 40 now, but with an older family aroun... me for being that age. In many ways 50 was the new 40. I did see my partner giving Catherine was once over, along with my son. She was looking good. She was early thirties. Dressed as Supergirl, she looked particularly good. She was quite tall, curvy and starting to fill out in a good way. A natural brunette, with long hair but had died her hair. The rfridge in the kitchen kicked on, and roared deafeningly. The wall clock counted the seconds off tick-tick-tick, loud enough to shake the wall. We held hands and looked at each other in the moonlight."This can't happen again after tonight. You promise Mark" she said. looking at our hands. I removed my right hand and slipped it carefully inside her robe. She stiffened, but she didn't resist me when I cupped her left breast. Her breathing quickened and a mild shiver ran up her spine. I moved. She had kicked out of her sandals and was sitting Indian-style on the quilts. She didn’t seem intoxicated either. When she moved I caught sight of the yellow panties she wore. She saw me looking at her crotch.“It’s okay if you want to look. They’re a little wet right now. When I came upon you sleeping with your hands in your shorts, I got a little turned on. Your hand was moving as you slept.”Blushing bright red, I quietly said, “I’m sorry you saw that Suchitra. I didn’t shock you? An older. Abella didn’t bother landing properly - instead, she crashed in the middle of the fountain, splashing warm water everywhere. It was hard enough to remain upright.“Abella!” Naia hugged the gargoyle, squeezing her harder than she thought possible. “Get us out of here!” Looking around, Abella noticed that Tink was out cold, tucked carefully into the small basin of the fountain.“On it.” She charged the nearest wall of ice, crashing into it like a wrecking ball. The whole structure was nearly two.