“Okay, let’s go change clothes, and I will call Oscar over.” She ran into the bedroom, giggling with anticipation. “Ryan is going to be sorry ...e didn’t show up tonight.”***Sheila counted to ten after she heard the doorbell. She knew it was Oscar at the door. She had just called him and asked if he could look at the television because it wasn’t working. Trying not to giggle, she opened it to show Oscar that she and Rhonda had changed clothes.Oscar dropped his toolbox on the floor right inside. While I was lost in thought, she came near me with a glass of water and a photo of the trip that she wanted to show me. I kept the glass aside while she was telling me about the trip. There was barely an inch of a gap between us and I could smell her intoxicating perfume.Suddenly, the lights went out. She got scared and hugged me. I could feel her amazing boob pressing into my body and this caused my dick to rise. My dick started pressing into her crotch. We stayed like that for 2-3 minutes. Of course she used it mainly for her friends her age but I could occasionally join in the conversation. With a little humor and a little wisdom gained from living sixty years. She actually thought of me as a "cool" geezer. That was a good start. One day I received a message on FB telling me she was in trouble and needed help. Unfortunately I didn't have her number to call her. And for some reason she wouldn't call me. So I decided to drive over to her last place of residence and find out what. “You’re just dying for another beat down, Lexi.”“Now girls, it doesn’t matter what Erin said.” I tried to deescalate the situation with a soothing tone, my head spinning with the thought of Erin secretly checking me out, but the cousins were having none of it.“You got lucky yesterday.”“Lucky my ass, bitch.”“Uncle Mike will referee, winner takes all.”“Now wait a minute.” I tried to stop them, but they had already released my cock and were eying one another.“Not here, back on Erin’s bed.” Annie.