She wasn’t replying to any of my texts or calls. I somehow gathered courage and went to her place. She was in a pair of shorts and a tank top and ga...e me a hug and welcomed me inside. Her parents were gone out on a trip and the cook is the only person who came home to prepare food whom she’s asked not to come as she was getting food from Pizza Hut. We started chatting and started sipping on her dad’s wine. It was actually my first time and I was blown.She was in a pretty bad state and was out. I shift in my seat, watch members of the geriatric community pick their way carefully down the aisle and out into the strange, suspended, autumnal sunset on the street, their large, practical handbags held with purpose under fleshy, under-used arms. I flinch. The man at the back of the bus shows me a dimple and I imagine he might share my sense of humor. I pause to scratch an itch on my leg. My stockings dip under the weight of my nails and I'm careful to alleviate the itch with a featherlight. We can be happy. Have you met Jo?"Jo was doing the same with others but she gravitated to the females and the river. There was a lot of bathing and washing of hair being done and Jo seemed to be the source of knowledge as to where to find the herbs and plants to clean the body. Her "medicine" fit each woman perfectly.She continually complimented each woman about her looks but she was really quietly "interrogating" each one as to her path in the meaning of life. When she discovered difficulties. I pulled her back down to lay against me, and now I used both hands to fondle her breasts. Part of it came from her being overweight, but who cares? They are still nice big fat titties, she is still young and they don't sag too much, and I love playing with them. I did tell her "These are beautiful. I could hold them for you all day."Eventually I could tell that I was doing it right. She didn't go to sleep because I was giving her a relaxing massage; she started to squirm because a man was.