’ We talked whole night and had fun. We both had two drinks. Carmella:’ I still owe you.’ Me:’ Nahh, you dont.’ Carmella:’ I had something...in mind that i think you wont say no to.’ Me:’Keep talking.’ Carmella:’ I will make this night you wont forget.’ I knew what she ment and I accepted her offer. I took her over to my place and offered her a drink. She wanted to drink a cup of coffee. I went to kitchen and made two cups. When I returned she wasnt wearing shirt anf jeans. She was just standing. She turned to face me, giving me a look at the most well-preserved 60 year old woman that I have ever seen. She had large firm tits and a petite curvy body that was the equal of her daughters. Her face was clear and wrinkle-free - she was a beautiful redhead just like her daughters."I'm pleased to meet you" I ventured."Likewise" she quipped and then added "I almost had a peek under the sheet when I came into the bedroom earlier". She moved quickly to remedy that situation when her hand wrapped. I think he saw that in me in the darkness. ‘Look lassie’, he said soothingly, ‘it’s dark in here and I can hardly make you out’, by now he was alongside me and put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. I could smell the beer from him and stale sweat, but somehow on the bleak night as the rain fell, I was being comforted, and as he pulled me to him, my hands were against his cock, he had forgotten to put himself back into his pants, and now I was touching it, and he did not notice I was. “Thank you?” she said reluctantly. “Kenneth, the name is Kenneth.” He replied willingly. Kenneth lifted her from the ground and cut the laces from the intact shoes. ”You’re Ms. Jones from the paper? I read your column everyday to see what I can do better for the transit system.” She was shocked anyone from the FACTS even spoke of her in good light. “Thank you and thank you for your help” she said as she dusted herself off and went about her way. A week went by when Elizabeth visited Kenneth at.