Got a minute?" Sure," he said."Come see. It's... well, it's beautiful."David followed her to the glass wall in Darla's great room that looked out onto...a lushly landscaped patio."They're dancing in slow motion, David," June said with a sense of awe in her voice.David looked through the glass and saw Flint and Dwayne moving gracefully and synchronized, not to music, but rather for an exercise. Tai chi, he figured, or some kata from another martial art. They were naked except for shorts, and their. Everything smelled of the woods wonderful pine, oak and various brushes. We no play anymore. That was the end of foreplay for Alf – he wanted to get right to it. He laid her on her back and Ali spread her legs wide as her skirt rode up her legs. Alf pulled his boxer shorts down as his cock sprang almost straight out he was impressive. He slipped between her legs and she reached out for his cock to guide it to her waiting pussy. She was wet and ready. It took a little effort to get his cock head. Interesting. Very interesting.By now, it was almost dinner time. Mom arrived home, along with my brother and sister, and started up the stove. Dad arrived a short time later. As he did every single workday, he grabbed the newspaper, sat down in his favorite chair, and began to read, waiting for Mom to finish preparing dinner.I put aside the photo albums. My eyes, absent-mindedly scanning the living room, fell upon the grand piano. It truly was magnificent; I wondered how my parents had happened. Somehow Lizzie found a fresh beer in her hand. Funny, she didn’t remember finishing her last, but then thoughts of Pritkin started to rise again, and she took a huge swig of beer, figuring she could drown out the images of him sweaty and half-naked. She had just finished half the beer when she began to feel dizzy. Holding out her hand, Lizzie stumbled a bit on her way to find a steady surface. All of sudden she found herself enclosed in strong warm arms, pressed against a firm chest. Lizzie.