You need to know something though: I'm not interested in a one-night stand. If we start something, I will want it to continue. And I have trouble pict...ring you being really interested in an on-going thing with a guy as old as I am... So where does that leave us?" I asked.Her reply, breathed into my mouth was, "Right where I hoped. Here. In each other's arms." And my mouth was attacked with the most passionate kiss I'd experienced in a long time. Too long. 'Kris is right, ' my little hind-brain. My big toe pulled at the little chain holding in theplug and the water began to trickle down the drain. I stretched my armsover my head and grabbed the Pink fluffy towel hanging on the showerrod. The towel landed on my head as I stood up and wrapped it around mychest. My skin was so soft from my Nair treatment and the intoxicatingfeminine scent was as femmy as it gets! I removed my shower cap and leftmy hair fall down back into place. With several soft strokes, I countedout 50 swipes across my. Sarah, my daughter, was away at band camp and I had the place to myself. Her deadbeat father had left years before and I'd found myself settling into the single life with some relish.I returned home around four and dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, then I wandered into the den to have a well earned sit down. And there she was, as large as life, sitting on the couch and looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth! She must have let herself in with the key under the plant. With a yank he pulled down the material, exposing and freeing her soft full tits.Terri mewled thru her wide tape gag in embarrassment and humiliation. Her arms uselessly flexing at the ropes binding them tight behind her back. She so wanted to reach out, to cover herself, to push this sick deviant man away. But she couldn’t, so she just began to sob as he played harshly with her nipples. His fingers rolling the sensitive buds between his strong digits. His fingers pulling and crushing each.