When we got new neighbors three years ago, it fell to me to do the meet-and-greet ritual. I baked cookies for this round.“So, Rickie, how did it go?...�� My husband’s quizzed me as soon as I returned, that summer afternoon.I cautioned, “Names are Alice and Arnie. At least remember that.”I summed up, “They seem nice, moved here from California and they both have jobs doing computer work.”“Tell me more.”“You could have gone over there yourself or gone with me, then I wouldn’t have to do all this. He's not just older than me; he's an older man.Maybe retired. 55+ years old would be ok but I'd love older. 60, 65, 70,80 years old. The older, the better. Grey haired with a salt and pepperbeard. I like stocky men. A bear type with a big round belly and softtits. A hairy belly and some fuzz around his nipples. No tan either. Heshould have a fair complexion. I don't think I could kiss him at first. Atleast not on the lips. He could kiss my body and suck on my nipples whileI touched. “There really isn’t that much to do for Jack. I just need to be near to respond if needed and to administer medication and change dressings.”I looked at Sheila in her nurse outfit and high heels. It was a porn star nurse’s uniform if I’d ever seen one. I sat at the kitchen table to simply enjoy the view of the short skirt sliding up far enough to expose Sheila’s butt ledge above the black garter belt and stockings. Mattie sat at the table and followed my eyes to the sight. Her eyes glazed over,. He greeted me with a big kiss, our tounges exchanging saliva and massaging each other while his hands made their way under my skirt onto my bare ass.Once our lips aparted he said you look like a hot stripper and that he likes the outfit. I said thanks and I glad that you like it. I offered him something to drink and he asked if he could have a double whisky on the rocks. We went to the kitchen and I poured him more than a double and myself one too. I sat on the kitchen counter while we sipped.