" In the dining room, next to the phone," Rachael directed as shecontinued to wash. Soon her grandmother was back, still slightly teary-eyed, and fini...hed the drying."Grandma, would you like to live here, with us?" Rachael asked. "We haveone spare room." No dear, although you are so sweet for asking," she said. "But I reallylike my old house. There are memories around each corner. I get lonelysometimes, but I want to stay there as long as I am able." Fair enough, but I don't want you being. You know how kids are!"She wanted to keep after me. I could see in her eyes that she knew how out of character it was for me to dress like this. I said, "Don't worry, mom. It's no big deal."I guess that didn't come out right. She seemed more worried after I said it. I tried to head her off by going back to the kitchen and finishing the potatoes. Then I went upstairs and took care of the laundry. I hung up the clothes in the dryer. I took the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer.. I purposely chose the shower directly in front of his and opened my curtain enough so he could see in. As I began to shower I kept looking over my shoulder to see if he was looking in. Every time I looked over I caught his eyes staring at my tight white ass. I began to massage myself with body wash and bent over multiple times so he could see more of my ass. I gave him a show and he was loving it so much he began to stroke his pulsing cock.Eventually, the temptation became too much because he. The water beyond the sand stretched right out to the horizon, where the curve of the earth took over. It all made the world seem so big.He reached out his hand, looking into her loving eyes that made him feel like the most important man on earth, as she placed her hand in his. He led her down the steep bank of the dune, which was now casting shadows with curves much like his woman's. He loved this place just like he loved summer; it reminded him of his youth, and made him feel alive — free of.