"Stacie gave me a mock punch. "Pig," she said, "you men are only interested in one thing." Actually, I can think of several things of interest," I sai..., "and, if memory serves, you have them all." Seriously, Jack, please get ready." Stacie, don't be so nervous. These are our friends. Even if we were a few minutes late, I'm sure they'd forgive us." But I meekly followed her to the bedroom. Once there, I put on a pair of slacks, a casual shirt and a pair of loafers. I was ready. According to my. She told me about herself firstly, how as a widower for 11 years she had come to realize that she missed the real life sex, as she put it. Mechanical toys are fine but there is nothing like a good hard cock to set the pulses racing. Eh! She joked. Besides a real bloke you don't have to worry about the batteries failing at the most crucial time. Again she laughed.I was really beginning to warm to this woman and must admit I did feel a little sorry for her, after she opened my eyes to the plight. I had seen her dance before but not like that. She was rubbing her breasts and her ass and even her crotch. It was very suggestive and very sexy. As she danced she slowly removed her silk robe. Aunt Betty was wearing a pastel pink negligée that was transparent. The pink was a very delicate color and hardly noticeable. I think that it was supposed to be that way. It gave her big breasts a nice look. She was wearing matching panties, which did just as little to cover her pubic hair. That was the. The perfect rifle for eliminating rabid squirrels and their ilk. He had that killer look.Arthur would jerk Mitch's hand loose from his sleeve saying, "Not now, I'll tell you when, Mitch," and go back to admiring the huge pedestal mounted pre-war chrome and brass Zeiss Battleship Spotting Binoculars with the filters and who knows what all mounted to the heavy housing. He gave me that 'Pretty Please, with Sugar on it' look that just begs for a look.So, with my bobcat kit balanced on my fourteen.