She needed to talk due to the distance and infrequency of the connection with her husband. I needed to talk due to the distance of my wife’s feeling... and the infrequency of any intimate interaction, whether it involved sex or not. She’s Missy. Her husband is John. She’s in her 40’s, 5’2′, about 130 pounds, and the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen. She’s sassy, and at times downright salty, and I love that part of her. I’m Rick. My wife is Trish. I’m in my 60’s, 5’11’, about 210 on a good day.. She danced around behind him, and pulled the scarf over his eyes.He could see through it, but now the entire room was a lavender hue, and his vision was slightly obscured. She pulled him backward with the ends she had in her hands, and he stumbled into a chair. She tied the scarf in place and rolled across his lap. "Ah-ah," she chided him when he tried to stand up.She continued to dance around in front of him, and pulled another scarf, this one from the front. She had a few others there, so he. I changed into shorts with out underwear and t-shirt , he too changed to his night pant and t-shirt.we chatted for few min and while chatting he commented on my shorts that I looks good in that shorts. I smiled casually but he continued its showing your thighs structure beautifully as it was little tight with thighs. We chatted few more mins but his eyes was eating my private area . I told I am tired and we slept around 10.pm . Around midnight I felt his hand on my body.After few min he started. .. It was the last day of our senior year. We had known each other since 9th grade year. I had him for my last class so while everyone was saying bye and hugging each other, I couldn't help but notice him sitting at his desk alone. So I walked up to him, sat on his desk, and said with a smile, "Hey John, why you sitting by yourself back here?"He replied, "I can't believe this is the last day. I've been waiting for it for what seems like forever and now that it's here I don't want it to end.".