So I'd ask Joe for his opinion on different outfits from Vogue, Cosmo and Elle. I even started dressing up for him along the lines of his favorites. H... expressed a deep appreciation for soft colored leathers- "just like the girls in Italy, Chrissie!" It'll make an old man happy, he said. Not just an old man, old man. This girl likes it too!Joe would sometimes ask me to describe my dream guy and I'd giggle and say my dream boy was just like Juan my boyfriend. He started to bring me a soda from. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no opportunities over the past five years, and on occasion even when she was still living."Hi Daddy," Chelsea said as she came. That's how I felt afterwards, anyway. But I guess I've learnt to love sex over the last few weeks, and the contemplation of sex in those long, lonely years beforehand, and so - almost in a dream - I removed my bra (but kept my panties on, as he's the one that always used to like to remove those) and got into bed with him, shivering in the expectation of that first touch between my legs. His cock now pressed hard against my tummy as he kissed me passionately on my neck (yet more love bites to. He seemed to be shaking a bit as he placed his hand down on the keyboard and I couldn’t help but start laughing and edged closer to him. He still pretended not to notice so I pressed myself up against him and waited for him to say something. I didn’t really care that he was way older than me; I wanted him and would do almost anything to get him. He turned to look at me and said “What are you doing?” Reality seemed to hit me then, here I was, leaning up against him with my top half falling down.