I went in and closed the door. She turned her back to me. I went to her and smelled the flowers in her hair. She smelled heavenly. I put my hands on h...r shoulder and turned her so that she was facing me. I lifted her chin to look at her face more closely like a lover rather than a son. I could lines on her face, I could see the age, but for me she looked like my heroine. Her age was the attraction for me. I bent my lips to hers. She offered her lips to me. I touched her lips with mine and she. She stood there naked on the porch taking deep lung fulls of the cold predawn air. She looked down. She was covered in gooseflesh, and her nipples were stuck out like nobody's business. She took one more deep breath, and went back inside. After being in the cold outside, it felt VERY warm. This place was just as private as their own. It was a quarter mile from the main road, and had trees between the house and the road. Cathy had taken her out and showed it to her a day or two ago. They had two. It surprised him, he'd not even thought about sex for a week or more. Not since survival became top priority. Her hand began to move slowly up and down his penis. Closing his eyes, he sighed and lay his head back a little. It was so relaxing after all the devastation and horror of the past few weeks. She moved faster and faster. Then he felt a mouth kissing his from above. She was towering over him, alternating between passionate kissing, thrusting her tongue rapidly into his mouth and gently. Somehow, she got hold of my number and I happened to be the unfortunate one sitting on the receiving end of her call. “Hello Mandy, how are you?” I answered, as civilised as possible. “I am good Jake, how are things down in Florida?” Knowing this was no courtesy call, I drawled on, “Good as can be.” Pausing, I decided to go for gold. “So the rich and famous reaches out to the poor and the needy? What’s the catch?” Instinct told me something must be up. I tried to listen to her pleasantries.