As you lay prone on your side, you breathe Her in, filling your senses and memory with Her scent. Lovely and floral, with roses and plumeria at the fo...efront, and Her own unique, tantalizing odor mixed in the undertones."Hold me pet, and share your body heat. I'm freezing." She requests. Gladly you oblige, having Her in your arms is a rare treat indeed. Thinking warm frenzied thoughts as Her body touches yours, you must keep yourself in check. She's hurting and you're providing comfort.. She did the prompting and said I always made her laugh the most.She, like me, is round about sixty five and I was not expecting at our age anything more than just a friendly companionship, when she invited me around to her flat to look at her family photographs.She lost her husband about five years back and said he was sorely missed, that I reminded her of him.After one or two visits - and she visiting me in my flat also, the games we played like chess and the like became standard, but one. I was kissing her lips all while pressing her boobs. My hands then went down under her skirt and rubbed her thighs. I was touching her thighs for the first time. My hand slowly went to her panties. Her panty was all wet. I was feeling this wetness for the first time. I was rubbing her pussy from above the panty. She slowly placed her hand on my bulge and started rubbing it. She was also feeling my penis for the first time.At first, her hands were rubbing my penis slowly, but slowly she had a. He was a bit of a hypocrite and judgmental about my life, and he frankly had no right to be. We could never quite heal the rift, perhaps in time we might, but we were truly estranged. I loved him, but I didn’t like him very much, and yes, that made it easier to accept Jonathan killing him, especially when I learned why. It’s hard to argue with his reason. Still, I didn’t like him using me at first for revenge ... I was a bit angry, but he explained it well, that once he got to know me as a.