It looked to be an awfully small town.It was almost two hours before Pryor's group located the armory there. When Brenda called in on the radio, she s...unded excited. "Bingo!" she said. "This is the place!"It turned out the Angleton facility had been the home base of a National Guard tank company. We had all agreed that tanks would be a little too ambitious for us, but there were three Bradley Fighting Vehicles housed there that could be useful.Raymond Pryor was on the radio, talking excitedly. I remained her guest in the guestroom, again proving myself her best lover ever, thrusting deep, squeezing her ass up against me. Drenching us with her juices. And then of course stirring in my own.That was the way it was with us, even in the beginning. Though we were lovers nearly daily through out high school, we were never in love. We easily dated, became engaged and got married. Carol was my sister; I was her brother. We've always happily lusted after each other. We're siblings who happened. I am still having a hard time believing that it happened to me - me, of all people. I am a sixty year old man who loves the ladies, especially the young ones (young to me is anyone under fifty). I am semi-retired and as a result I have a lot of free time on my hands and it was during one of those periods of free time that the following happened.I had some work to do around the house and I needed some paint and some screws and nails. I live fairly close to a Wal-Mart so I made my list, jumped. You drink me in. My eyes, my lips, my chin. Your hands on my neck, my shoulders, my arms. You can see my heartbeat in the soft notch at the base of my throat. As your gaze lowers and I can no longer see the deep darks of your eyes, I take in all of those little signs of years missed. The grey in your hair, the tiny wrinkles at the corner of your eyes, the lobes of your ears. You take in my chest, my breasts. I won't let you get far enough from me that you can see my hips, even though I.