I decided I had better go over to her house, and see if I could call her bluff on what she was going to do to me, steal the tape, or at least convince...her to stop showing it. I showed up at her house and I knocked on the door she came to the front and opened the door letting me in she was wearing a robe. I said how could you show that tape, and to my girlfriend of all people. How did you get her to believe you were doing anything but raping me? She said that if I had showed up like she. “Try me, daddy,” she replied naughtily. I was astonished at her boldness. She was not very elder to me, so we were always close in college. But this was amazing. I started licking her neck from her shoulders till her earlobes. I gently bit her earlobes and kissed her.Red kissing marks could be seen all over her neck. I moved back. I pulled off my shirt and looked at her. She stood up. She winked at me and unbuttoned her dress. It dropped to the floor. I saw her gorgeous boobs covered in a blue. She eagerly got up and went into the kitchen. I k**ded my friend about getting a woody! He asked about seeing her naked. I told him that I didn't think she would go for that. It was then we heard something fall in the kitchen, my wife had dropped a tray of drinks and was wet with them! You could clearly see her hard nipples through the thin material of her pajama top. She asked if it was okay to take a shower, my friend showed her the way to the bathroom and she peeled off her wet pajamas. We. Men can be such babies." Connie Elliot was a very young fifty-year-old woman. Her hair had never seen the wrong side of a dye bottle and was as jet black as the day she was Sally and Sissy's age. She still had a slight German accent even after thirty three years in the States. Her five foot, three inches contained one hundred ten pounds of pure energy, that was constantly recharged by her hobby of running marathons.Her husband Samson ("Don't call me Sam!") Elliot was just the opposite. Like the.