Sarah, with her confident stride and elegent demeanour, still managed to fit in very well, despite being in her mid-forties.She came back with Kath's ...rink and a Bloody Mary for herself, and they chatted eagerly. Kath mentioned that she lived with her sister, but decided to leave Mike out of it to keep it simple. Other than that, she told pretty much the truth, about her wild sex life in her youth and how she was recapturing those days since she'd moved down South. Sarah spoke of her life since. It just leaked out.“My parents home schooled me after that. So I had you, and moved on and never looked back,” she said.“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said.She looked at me and blinked a few times, as if she had just realized how much she’d told me.“Is that why you’ve never dated?” I guessed. She leaned back in her chair.“Men hit on me all the time, Bobby. They always have. And they all just want one thing, the same thing your father wanted. All they want is sex. They don’t care. I was a bit apprehensive now, as I had heard stories of how paperboys had gone missing, but still I walked slowly towards the white double glazed door. As I went to lift the letterbox, the door swung open. As my gaze was towards the floor, I noticed a pair of very slender, firm pair of legs, as my view moved upwards, I came to a tightly incased crotch in what appeared to be a set of sports shorts. I then quickly looked upward, so as not to seem rude by staring and not looking up to see. "Where's Brian." I enquired."Shhh, he's upstairs, I want a minute with you before he comes down, put your hand down my knickers with one hand and squeeze my tits with the other, I want to surprise him when comes down"She pulled her dress up and revealed a large pair of white knickers, my favourite type."Do you like my knickers Steve, I love how they show all of my naughty creases" I love them Barbara"With that I put my hand down the front and pulled at her bulge, she was soaking wet."Mmmm, see.