I take the first step then look back at you. With a swinging of my tight wrapped hips in a black skirt, my red heels click up the stairs. Entering a l...rge room to the right, I close the door behind me. I sit down in a chair by the fire as I cross my legs, waiting to hear your footsteps. My green eyes gaze into the flames. JamesStunned as I watch you slowly ascend the steps, my heart races as some sensual memories return. Thinking what happened, why had you returned after so long. I watch you. Grandad poured me some strong coffee, with honey and stuff in it. An hour later, I felt pretty decent, except for my sore pussy. “He told me how they had left me laying in that bed and told me he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. I was embarrassed when he said he had cleaned me up and covered me. While we talked, he kept touching my face and hair. It felt good, but I wasn’t sure what was going on. That’s when he asked me, ‘What’s the oldest man you ever fucked, Hunny?’ “I didn’t. He’d look around the neighborhood and town for a while. Sandra thanked him.Clothes came off fast and they got reacquainted with bodies they hadn’t touched for three years. They managed two furious rounds before they heard the front door open.Sandra sent the vets to the store for supplies as she started a dinner for three. Her crotch tingled nicely and she sang as she worked. Tom hadn’t seemed to notice anything different about her as they rutted. She’d worried a little that he could tell his. Barry gasped; could this really be happening? He pulled back and looked over at Stacy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open; she seemed to be breathing hard, but it was difficult for Barry to tell in the weak starlight. All he could see were her breasts rising and falling beneath the open blouse. Misgivings aside, he reached forward and began playing with those breasts, alternately squeezing them and then tweaking the nipples. Stacy gasped at this, but did not open her.