It seemed that she had changed her hairstyle a bit, although Robert couldn't be certain of that. He just knew it suited her.He smiled at her and lied ... bit as he said, "I shouldn't have been sleeping so late. I don't mind having you wake me up; I'm quite ready for breakfast."The two of them walked the familiar route through the casino to the restaurant, and were soon seated in the same booth that they had occupied almost a month earlier. After they placed their order Robert said, "I'm sort of. ‘Great idea Maggie’. In the car she stroked my thigh and felt my stiffy. She stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered ‘Mmm … that feels lovely Bill … just what I need’. I reached over and rubbed her thigh through her thin summer dress. ‘Oh Maggie are those stockings and suspenders I can feel’? ‘Of course Bill what else would a self-respecting grandmother be wearing’? ‘They feel so sexy Maggie’. She ruffled up the hem of skirt to reveal her stocking tops. I placed my hand on the band of bare. .. a little like George." She had answered.My cock surged slightly under my soothing hand and I smiled with remembered pleasure. The pleasure was the long slow fucking we had satisfied ourselves with, Jody and I. The odd way in which George figured into this outcome was, I considered, something to ponder. But that could wait till after a shower. The breeze picked up and I could sense through still closed eyes, the diaphanous Mandarin Orange curtains blowing into the cheerful golden yellow. She took his hand, her eyes still on the house. When he shut the car door, he pushed her up against it, calmed the glee that filled him at having her at his home, and placed his hands on either side of her, looming over her in the darkness. I need to know, he said softly, exactly what you are expecting out of this night. His voice was tight with desire and need. She shivered and looked up into his dark eyes. She swallowed thickly and whispered, I want you to fuck me. He grinned. Right here?.