They left the car, Marcella and Darby leading the way, then Jenny, with Cerise following behind once she had slipped her skirt back on. They strolled...up the steps to the porch and then – unexpectedly to Jenny – neither knocked on the main door or rang a bell, but opened it and walked straight in. The girls stopped inside the hallway, and Jenny had her second surprise. There, clearly waiting for them, was a woman kneeling on the floor, her forehead pressed against it and her hands stretched. Well, maybe not immediately.Senescence, I vaguely remembered. Or Google did. Something to do with those pesky cells that stop dividing. Also, with aging, the word ‘deterioration’ comes to mind.Bunny was translating from BobsySpeak, “Mr. de Gray believes aging isn’t inevitable.”Bobsy, “It fucking isn’t.”“If we...”“When we.”“When we eliminate inflammation, good things start to happen. Inflammation is a nasty fucker -- arthritis, heart disease, dementia, cancer.”Bobsy spoke Science Tongue for. However, they remembered me after an eternity of lack of contact. I know a bit about swinging, and often couples who look for chicks as secondary partners, move to younger ones all the time. I was a good fuck then for both of them, but I thought I was history. What do the flowers mean? Hopefully, there will be a diary entry later if we manage a rendez-vous. And so, that would be the end of my week sexually, if the Rumanian girl, Neti who lives above my flat hadnt called round yesterday. She. As I grasped her buttocks my mother moaned into my mouth, encouraged by this I slid a hand around to her pussy. My fingers worked their way through the forest of her pubic hair until they came to the outer lips of her pussy. Then my fingers were past those lips and rubbing at the warm inner recess of her slit, her juices wetting my fingers as they passed over the oozing hole of her pussy.Next thing I knew my mother was falling backwards, her hands pulling me down with her, I landed on my knees.