I got to know her inside and out … at least I thought I did. It seemed that she was beginning to trust me, too, and seemed to be falling in love wit... me. My God! I am 38 years old and this yearning for her is about to drive me crazy. Finally, I asked her to marry me. She wouldn’t give me an answer, and did the strangest thing, she broke down and cried like a child in my arms. I let her cry for a while then wiped the tears away. I told her that if she would marry me I would let her cry on my. She likes playing with it, she loves just pulling it or the guys just tugging when making out. One thing she doesn’t like is anal. Playing with her butthole is okay but not fucking. Ok, let me get back to the story.She came out of the restroom, with a bag in one and phone in another. Her boobs were swaying in unison left and right. I couldn’t make out her nipples from far. But when she sat on the chair, I could make out the two dark rings in the top, little hard to notice but noticeable.Her. It was removing the dentures that did the trick. Aldous invited me into his trailer.Leaving my teeth in the car I followed Aldous in. The trailer was as funky on the inside as it looked on the outside and that suited my perverse mood perfectly. It was dark, dank and smelled of old man sweat and cats. I asked Aldous to just kick back and let me service him. We went into the bedroom and he laid down on his unmade bed. I quickly stripped off all my own clothes, then turned to Aldous. I started by. It was my first really grown-up dress. The blue set off my eyes quite nicely. I was already well developed and had pretty nice C cup tits. I brushed out my long brown hair. And I put on some makeup. I didn't put on too much but I did put on some dark lipstick. I always thought that made me look sexy. The dress was backless so I didn't wear a bra. My blue eyes sparkled.All during dinner my dad kept staring at me. It started to make me feel a little uncomfortable; I thought his look was a bit.