I kept busy with running a construction company and found that it was easier to go home than to look for a friend I could connect with. Having tried d...ting a few times I was a little pickier than I used to be. My daughter Carol was seventeen, in high school and I would get her for every other weekend. Carol kept bugging me all the time to go out and find someone but I put her off saying I would when I found time to date. Carol was dating off and on but had no steady boyfriend. I enjoyed her. And put her ass on the edge. Not sure where to put her due to the mess on her desk. She stopped kissing me, turned around and swippd everything on her desk straight onto the floor. She leaped back on me and went right back to work. The kissing is only gettin more intense and hot. She pulls me on top of her. I broke free over her lips and we t down on her. First licking down her neck, a little suck on her nipple and kisses down ber stomach. When i got dowb inbetween her thighs i saw her thong. Pr kya bolu dosto tya tang the unke pure goore me to dekehta he rahe gaya to utne me aunty ko hosh aya n unhone dekha muje me dekh ra hu to jaise mene dekha unhe hosh aya me dusre or dekhne laga to aunty ne apni saree niche ki n muje dekh kr hasi n boli kya dekh ra tha me bola kuch nahi to aunty boli jhuta n wo hasi mera gaal kicha n andar chali gayi, us din saturday tha n uncel b gaav gaye the to aunty ne mom se kaha ki unke pati nhi hai gharpe gaav gye h to kal sunday h chetan ko b chuti h. ” “Well, so do I,” George said. “I do too,” said Isolde. “I have never done this with anyone before, and - no pun intended – I’m just feeling my way. I think we all are. Terry is still upstairs. He didn’t want to see you first thing this morning. I think he feels guilty, and he was worried about how you were going to react.” “I’m gonna take him a cup of coffee,” said George. “Are you sure you want to do that?” Isolde asked. “It isn’t gonna bother you to see the bedclothes all messed up, where.