He even joked that he wanted just one last kick at the can before he was too old to appreciate it. Finally, he was undressed and joined her on the bed...His skin was the colour of ash and sagged in a very unflattering way. In places, he looked boney, in other areas he bulged and in still others; his skin was taut and thin. His hair was silver white, and his trembling vein carved hand reached towards her.Cindy laid back after flumping several pillows behind her. She spread her long lean legs wide. I tried to speak, but couldn’t find my voice. I had no plan. At last, I said, “Why don’t you come sleep in this bed?” I was in the larger of the two beds and if he said no, I could play it off as if offering the larger bed to the taller person. I waited for a response. Finally, Thomas replied, “If I come over there, we won’t just be sleeping, will we?” This was the moment of truth. Now or never! “Nooooo…”, I breathed. The word hung like smoke in the air. I waited, breath held. No response. “Oh. For a moment I thought it was his Bengay,until it suddenly clicked what it was."Huh, you came prepared," I said. "Optimism?" I... I'll explain later."At this point, the anticipation I was feeling meant I had no intention ofpressing for an answer, at least not right now. I pulled off him,setting myself on all fours in the middle of the bed. I tucked my kneesunder my body, feeling my exposed bottom raise in the air, the garterstugging at my stockings and pressing into my flesh, even as my. I started with his shoulders, rubbing hard into his thick traps. It already went from applying oil to a massage. He lightly moaned as he instructed. “Oh yes deeper give me a deep tissue rub down.” My leverage was not great being positioned to his side so without thinking I swung my leg over his body and straddled him on the lounge chair. My package was resting on his lower back, I looked at it to see the oil and his sweat was being absorbed by my speedo. I poured more oil and moved my.