He kept a fairly low profile anyways and was very protective of his privacy. I put my shirt back on and my hardon deflated but well alerted that I'm w...th the man (literally) of my fantasies. Since it was just the two of us we ate at the kitchen nook. We had pasta with chicken and asparagus tips. Mr K sat next to me with loose shorts on and an open tshirt displaying his beautifully tight body. Lightly hairy chest and stomach with defined abs looking great for a man of his age. This is one man. Next, I asked that he remove his clothes but to keep his underpants on. Not wanting to get my good clothes covered in oil, I removed my skirt and blouse; leaving me only in a bra, panties and a short half-slip. I asked Shaun to first lie on his stomach to begin his remedial massage. I poured a little baby oil on his lower back where most of the pain was. Working the oil into his back, I felt along his spine as I rubbed the oil in. The epicentre of the pain appeared to emanate from his lumbar 5. I looked at this man, he looked like my grandpa, watery green eyes, white hair... I couldn't help but think about how strange it was that he saw me as beautiful. "We'll no Mr Lewis, I don't." I said blushing againHe genuinely looked shocked at this. He moved closer to me on the couch, placing one of his wrinkled hands on my knee and looked me directly in the eye. "You are a beautiful woman, Tracey. Any man would be very lucky to have you, hell a lot of men would die to fuck you." Absolutely. "Our guest has arrived, Vivian, and she is the picture of loveliness," he called over his shoulder, then bent and kissed her hard on the month. Marily drew back as though he had slapped her. She saw Vivian standing in the doorway, her arms extended. "You're quite right, Peter, she is lovely. Come in, Dear, come in. What have you been doing all day besides making yourself lovely for us Peter get her a drink quickly and let's go in here I'm taking her away from you Peter if you're not going to.