Has anyone one tried to inquire about me? My health? My status? Mom, dad or Tom? You said that media tried to comment but…my family?’ Tom of cours... was her off and on boyfriend. Leslie was dreading this. The thought occurred to her yesterday when they discussed her parents, and now she wanted to know. Lee sighed and punched a request into his computer. ‘Leslie, no one has tried to contact us, family or otherwise, regarding your health, or rehab. I’m sorry.’ A single crack caused her emotional. It was to her that I turned after Fenella’s devastating rejection of me. Over the years she has been a source of quiet, stabilizing strength, as well as being the greatest lover I have ever had. Fortunately she is also a woman of great discretion, and throughout many family get-togethers I’m sure that none of our relatives can ever have had the least inkling of our relationship as lovers. One of my most fervent hopes is that, when I’m as close to sixty as my mother’s younger sister, I’ll still. I sat down beside her, introduced myself and she began feeling my nipples under the halter top. I pulled her face to mine and we exchanged some long, deep kissing. Her inner thighs were hot to my touch. I caressed her thigh gently. Her legs spread and I eased my way to her swollen balls, caressing them with my fingers and as I stroked her rock hard cock under her panties, I felt her precum flowing from her cock head. I began tugging at her panties. She lifted her ass and I got the panties below. I wanted more. Pretty sure she did, too. My chance came a week later.The roof of her house was flat. It was late spring by then, very warm, very humid. Thundershowers getting more common. One night a line of showers passed through. Everything drenched, but then it was a little cooler."Want to go up on the roof?"María Luisa looking at me with a little smile as she spoke."Sure."She insisted I go up the ladder first. Didn't want me looking up her dress, I guess. Once on the roof, we leaned over.