My birthday came, and went quietly like it always does. Like I prefer it actually. No fanfare, no big to do. Just me, myself, I and my brother. We all...had a couple beers and some burgers and then went to bed.But this upstart if a woman, god bless her heart, wouldn't let it pass without letting me know how she felt about me. I already knew. She told me every day. Not a day would pass, usually, that she didn't tell me. And I told her too. Felt it too. This old body actually responded. Heh, who'd. "Do you like these?" I asked twisting on my heels. "You are so sexy," was his simple reply.We sat down and I let my dress ride a little way up my leg. He handed me my drink and I took a sip. Graham was speechless and starring at my legs from thigh to toe. I like being with Graham because I am in control, not in a kinky way but he likes me to make the first moves. I could see he was getting excited so I began to slip my foot out of my shoe and rub it against the other foot and ankle. "You know. Looking back, Emerson realized Pat had done so in an effort to help both his mother, and him. He had been filled with pride and swagger riding for the KC. He also came to know and respect Carmella Casey. Her kindness to him, and her almost regal manner had begun to make him question some of his beliefs. She was still a very attractive woman. Her Spanish blood was apparent. She was dark and, Emerson always felt, mysterious looking. He remembered the kindness and tolerance she had demonstrated. "I'm taking care of my baby. You got a problem with that?" "No sir," she said smiling. "Good." I smirked. I carried her to the bathroom and set her naked body in the shower as I started to undress. As I removed my socks she stepped out of the shower and stood in front of me before melting to her knees. She unfastened my belt buckle and undid my jeans letting them fall the ground exposing a bulge in my compression shorts. I stepped out of my jeans as she smiled and worked her fingers behind the.