"Like I was telling you, Bob, the motorcycle accident left her blind and she's still not used to it, but wants to start getting back into working out....I thought I'd take her through your circuit, okay?" Sounds good. Let me know if you want to get a membership when you are done."I lead you down the hall, right into the men's locker room, whispering "happy birthday, sexy!"We turn the corner and the locker area is empty ... but there are sounds of men's voices coming from the shower area. They. I was alone with a married man in his house while his wife was out of town. I was thinking this as I reached behind his head to pull him closer into my breast and nipple. He released my nipple and quickly went for the other one to give it some attention. He was wearing cargo shorts and from what I could tell he had a decent sized cock that was rapidly growing. After sucking on that nipple he backed off a moment to stare at them again. That's when I stood up and let my dress fall all the way. I was Harold Lee Scoville. I was 93 years old. The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it, I wasn't me!After 93 years, you know yourself pretty well. 93 years of staring at your own face in the mirror every day makes you pretty good. You’re fucking a 16-year-old, my darling. Speaking of, guess wifey was cool with being late ... again?”He shrugged, more or less.Lisa sat on the edge of the king-size bed. This motel was nicer. Clean. He’d told her to play hooky from school. He had called in sick. His wife off to work, twins at daycare, but he dared not bring her home.Instead, he had told her to meet him at the market.She had sat in his car looking out the window as they passed stores and people walking dogs and young women.