Tell you what -- if you gain twenty pounds, I'll be unhappy -- how's that? Where you are now, though, I'm good with it. Okay?"Carmela didn't know what...to make of that. It wasn't unconditional, so it was hard to treat as Chuck just blowing smoke... "So, I'm okay, but if I get bigger..." Yeah. If you get bigger, I'm gonna spank you -- and other things, probably. I don't know what, exactly, but it'll come back off. For now, though, I like you just as you are," Chuck affirmed."And my belly..." I'm. Peters, lifting her skirt and stroking her leg as though she was adjusting her pantyhose. Peeking at the older woman, Rory had been very pleased by the rapt attention she had received. Just before dropping her skirt she had turned slightly and allowed just the bottom of her butt to be exposed. She still wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard a smothered gasp from the desk.Ms. Peters was one of the subjects of this afternoon's discussion. Actually she was the central figure in it. The girls. Charlotte was a beauty. A real prize find for any man lucky enough to take her to her bed. With long sweeping blond hair, almost exotic eyes and an athletic figure endowed with plump breasts and long curves the nineteen year old was like a siren tempting me with her erotic aura. She lay on her back, her eyelids closed as she blocked out all other sensory input in order to enjoy every erotic moment. Holding myself over her curvy naked body I lowered myself down to the left and in one quick. Do you have grandkids?’ ‘No, and now it seems it would be too much work.’ ‘How old are you?’ ‘Fifty eight.’ ‘Oh, you sound older than that. I am fifty eight too but I still go dancing when I can.’ ‘I go to a local joint that plays oldies but goodies and dance when asked.’ ‘You don’t ask?’ ‘No, I am and have always been a coward.’ She giggled then said, ‘We have a place like that too and sometimes I go with friends but the place is more of a meat market and the men there know nothing about.