” His sexy, masculine voice sends tendrils of lust up and down my tightly coiled body. “You just can’t wait to worship me with her, can you?”T...ankfully, the bathroom is clean and spotless so all I can focus on is hiking my pencil skirt up before I wander my right hand down to my swollen, drenched sex. A tiny moan escapes me as my middle finger brushes my highly sensitive clit.“Baby,” I whimper as I gaze down at my trembling knees, my shaky hands. “I need you. My panties are soaked.”“Mm. My sexy. "Here," she said, "these areclean."Not knowing what else to do, I took them from her. There was anassortment of bright colors--purple, lilac, pastel blue and pink. Satinmaterial felt cool on my fingers. Why in the world was she giving them tome? It was utterly bizarre."Put them in your dresser drawer," she admonished me firmly. "I don'twant to find them sitting on your desk chair where you usually toss yourclean clothes." Th--these are mine?" I sputtered."Well, they aren't mine," she. Then I pressed my nose on her cheek and forehead. I took in her aroma. This woman in her 60's or 70's, I breathed in her aroma and put my lips softly around her nose. "You are so beautiful." "Anata wa sugoku utsukoshii desu."She squeemed. We shivered in the winter cold. Finally, we found a love hotel.I didn't know anything about kimonos so I let her undress herself. Both of us naked we took a shower."I am so ashamed to be in front of you," she said. "How old are you?" I asked. "68," was her. "Harry gently but firmly held her as she tried putting her foot down again. "Ow!" she yelped again. "Oh, Harry darling, I can't walk. What are we going to do?" Put your arm round my shoulder and let's see how we manage. We're only about a mile from the car."It was very slow progress. They were indeed still a good mile from the road when clouds came racing in from the West and, with a crash of thunder, the heavens opened. The ground immediately became slippery and treacherous. By the time they.