One of his hands sneaked into her prudishly plain nightgown. But he gave up when the strict neckline prevented him from going farther. So the aforemen...ioned hand undid the front buttons with an ease she would attribute only to an experienced man.As if reading her mind, he said. “I’ve done this thousands of times in my dreams,” the drawl reverberated on her skin to worsen the swell and dampness between her thighs.And then he pulled her neckline open just to stop short when he gaped the fabric to. Maybe we can all get together over the weekend, what you think?” he asks me. “Sure why not, although I think we might need to check with our master and mistress over there.” I tell him. “Yeah true, they might keep us all tied up this weekend.” He says with a laugh. “Mmm sounds fun. I’ll give you a call if we can get together. Bye , have a good weekend.” I tell him. “You too Annie.” He replies as he heads to his car. “Hey Annie you want to go out to lunch?” Michelle asks me. “Sure.”. "Why? I've got someone else to look after you now!" Elizabeth answered. She grew more serious and continued, "I was worried about you, Stan. But if you can snare as good a catch as Anne Berkely, I can stop worrying. That black cloud you used to carry along with you is gone, and you're out in the world, dating again."Stan, now just as sober, simply said, "Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank you."Then they got on with their work.When Anne arrived a few minutes later, she was greeted by a similar speech. My wife tells me to stop. I tell her I'mseventy-four, I'm not stopping. But I should act nicer. Especiallyaround pretty women."I smiled. He relaxed. Amazing what a woman's smile will do. "I'veheard worse. I've said worse. Although I've never seen someone use theword 'fuck' so creatively. But, let's get to it. He...did," I pausedto remember to add more words, "he really provide watered cement?" What the f....did I just say?" I understand that. I'm asking this between us. It's.