Trust me on this. If you ever doubt yourself, remember that my judgment is better than yours. I swear to you that you've become a wonderful person and...a friend I'll treasure as long as I live. I don't lie. You know that. If you ever go off track again, I'll let you know so fast your head will spin. If you don't trust yourself, trust me. Can you do that?" Yes, I can do that! I'm going to trust you to tell me when I need to straighten up, when I'm not living up to your expectations, when I'm not. .. uh..." Husband!" she exclaimed."Would you like dessert?" Oh heavens no. I don't have long to keep this girlish figure. When I'm old and gray, I'll have those wonderful sweets." Then shall we go?"Cynthia gave him a smile and slight nod.Standing at the door, Mike leaned down to kiss Cynthia. He was surprised when she didn't turn her face away. As his lips almost reached hers, she ran her tongue across them to receive his mouth. They held the chaste kiss for just a few moments. When Cynthia. "My folks could probably use you. They spend most their time fighting." Susan mused."I don't know how much good I could do them. Unless their problem was fundamentally a sexual one. That's my specialty." Jane said."I don't think that's a problem with my folks. I mean that they seem to spend plenty of time off doing it. That seems to be the only time they get along." Susan said."One of the problems with long term married couples, is that they get to enjoying having each other for sparing. She shut the door behind her and locked it this time. “Alright,” she said, “Take off your shirt and lie down on your back.” I nodded, adrenaline flowing through my body. I quickly took off my shirt and laid down on the bed. Paula then reached up under her dress and slowly pulled off her soaked panties. She threw them aside and smiled mischievously at me. As she climbed onto the bed, she pulled up her dress to reveal her hairy twat. It looked like it hadn't seen a razor in years. Her dark aging.