You’re allowed to look at me even though I am naked.’ I laughed nervously. I looked at her quick then continued to look at the rising sun. My hear... was racing and not from the run. She stood up. She walked in front of me. She did a playful sexy spin and shook her tits. Her body was amazing. She was about mid forties and had a perfect heart shaped ass. Her breast were at the very least c cups and still firm and perky. Her body showed a faded outline of a bikini. She had my eyes glued to her. She. She says, "I've never been able to imagine Ramsey as a child." "He was a kid just like anybody else," I says. "Except more ornery than most." Then, just for something else to say, I asked her, "How did you two meet, anyway?" Abby didn't answer that one right away. I didn't ask her again, I just drove, figuring if she didn't want to tell me that was fine, I was just making conversation anyway. But finally she starts to talk. "It was back in Youngstown," she says,. "George Clooney, eatyour heart out," I thought. The first couple of times I wore them it feltkinda strange to have my tummy and rear end rubbing against the roughfabric of my jeans but after awhile I got to like the feeling and evenlet my hips sway back and forth a little more than usual to increase thesensations from the rubbing - but not too much because whenever I got anerection, my dick popped up out of the top of the thong and that feltREALLY strange.Christine and I were having a late. ”I felt his hand find my leg under the blanket. He placed it on my shin, nowhere too suggestive, but then it started to move slowly up my body.“Then I remember how you dragged me to that welcome week dance that night.”My head shot in his direction at that. “You wanted to go!” I argued. “You said something about taking pictures for the school’s website, but not wanting to go alone.”“I’m glad you were kind enough to be my escort,” he said. I felt his hand, now just above my knee, grip me a little.