OOo"Wow mum, you look great." I kissed the top of her head as she stood at the cooker frying bacon.She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fit...her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once called an angels arse."Thank you kind sir." she laughed, "I feel great this morning too." and she turned round to give me a squeeze.The tee shirt fit pretty snugly too, in fact, it fit very snugly, I felt the softness of her breasts against my naked. Dana asked me what it would take for me to drive her to the casino.Suddenly, I was in a position of power and not so tired. We were both in our fifties and married for over thirty years. Dana was five-foot-one-inch with 38 C breasts with a nice ass. So, I said that I would drive if she went "commando camouflage". She asked what that was and I replied, "No underwear and completely shaved."Dana was not happy but she had only two choices - drive herself or give in to my terms of surrender. She. “It does seem a little odd, doesn’t it,” Curtis wonders aloud. “This is the first time it has been in a place like this. At least here it has. I suppose that it was the same in Russia.”“Da.”Curtis nods and cuts off the engine. “Come on. We’ll see what the medical examiner has to say about this one.”They climb out of the car and slips past the police tape. Yulia follows Curtis to a balding man peeling off a pair of gloves. “Ah, Curtis,” the man says, dropping the gloves into a bag. “I see you’ve. As she lay there waiting for it to end she kept thinking of the sex the other women must be having. She wanted to find out and she already had a plan. She just hoped that she wasn’t too late. It was quite a while until she felt her body come down from its orgasmic high and when she sat up against the wall she could smell her own sex. Her fingers were wet and her thighs were as well. She could still feel little tremors with every move she made but she had to get up and clean herself before.