She moved her arms so it could fall off to the floor and then had them around me again. She pushed my shirt up and over my head and to the floor with ...ers. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and reached between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her panties. She moaned into my mouth and moved down to my jeans, working to get them undone. As two impassioned lovers we continued. I pushed her bra back with my other hand – freeing her breasts and her large nipples. She reached inside my jeans and. ”“Don’t go there, Dad. You did what you could in your own way. And I want you to be happy about this.”He did that abbreviated laugh I’ve heard so many times in the last couple of years. I’ve given my dad reason to laugh about family. I find joy in that. “I am happy. I’m happier than I deserve to be, baby. I know the stories about single girls raising kids. Hell, I CAUSED one, and you still turned into somebody I can be proud of. How’s Bert taking it?”“Proud as a peacock. His words. I married a. Maybe looking at my age she did not think I would have the stamina for more, but I may be old but I still have a lot of energy and in fact people do not believe that I am 48. Most of the people I meet say that I act and look like 41-42.Anyway back to the story, I told Simran that I am in no hurry and have the time and energy wise I am always up to it.We had rested for a while after our heavy sex session and a relaxing smoke and had just got into our undergarments. Her husband came with 3. He walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. He helped Candi out, who gave him a thank you kiss. They walked hand in hand to the front door, and when they walked in Candi was bombarded by relatives. She introduced Mike to everyone, and once they were all reacquainted they found their table and sat down, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The place was beautifully decorated, like an inside winter wonderland. Candi leaned over and whispered in Mike’s ear. ‘This is so.