The arm around me holds us close and our mouths are locked in a kiss that is far more advanced than we have ever exchanged prior to this moment. Yes,...we had started as most do, as friends brushing cheeks in greeting, each partner doing the same. As our friendship grew the greeting developed to include a hug then our lips brushed in a brief peck. It wasn’t long before I noticed the soft, warm brown eyes that had me pause as we released one another’s clasp, the pause because a sudden flush. ”Celeste looked at me and asked, “Would you like me to do that? I will if you want me to. . .”I was getting hard while I looked at her and then at Ray. I saw Ray with his hand on his pants, adjusting his dick. He said “It is really okay, I don’t mind, and neither does she. Would you like to see her raise her dress?”I looked back at her and said “Sure. . .”Celeste was looking into my eyes and smiling. Her hands were at her sides and she began using her fingers to inch up her dress. Without. He didn't even look as old as he normally did. His normal whisker stubble was gone, his dark gray hair was styled back and he was dressed nicely in a pair of tan Dockers and a navy dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to show some of his gold chains and chest hair. His outfit was finished off by a nice pair of Sperry Topsiders just like the nice rich old guys with the bimbo trophy wives at the yacht clubs wore... I literally gulped- just like in the cartoons. He looked like an older playboy. Kind. .. tangerine, maybe. It's very familiar. I just can't place it." He glanced at Beverley's athletic legs and pictured their juncture before turning his attention to Robert when his companion began speaking."Smell is the most powerful memory association humans have. A whiff of something can trigger memories of infancy. Usually something that reminds you of your mother or grandmother," Robert said thoughtfully."Who are you? Don't keep ignoring the question." Beverley reached out and grasped.