And likewise for you; you don’t mind just touching for now, not going farther?”“No.”“I know you’d like more.”“So would you, Julia; the...time will come when the time is right, or else it won’t. In the meanwhile, this ain’t exactly chopped liver.”She laughed again. “You have such a refreshing outlook on things.”“Well, yeah; I was dead, remember? Pretty much everything after that is an improvement.”“Mmm, I guess that’s true. Let’s finish up before we run out of hot water, okay?”So we did, gently. And I gasp. He is laying on the bed. A big smile on his face. And a dozen red roses in a vase. ‘Happy Valentines day honey’ he says, after he sees my eyes glimpsing the vase. He stands up and opens his arms, waiting for me to fill them. I feel the tears begin to well up. Then silently the dam burst, and they cascade down my cheeks. I fall easily into his arms, and tremble as the torrent continues, leaving twin growing spots on his shirt. He holds me tightly and whispers over and over ‘Happy. ’ ‘Yes and you may call me Lydia. What time is it?’ ‘Six fifteen.’ ‘Oh fuck.’ ‘I thought Americans were too polite to swear.’ ‘I’m attempting to talk like a local.’ ‘You’ll do me girl,’ he laughed. Girl? Well perhaps relatively speaking because he appeared to be 70-plus. ‘I’m going down to The Landing. Briscoe’s open at 6.30.’ ‘And you are offering to buy and deliver anything we want.’ ‘Yeah and how did you know that?’ ‘I’m attempting to think like a local and know the general store is not just. I was tracing where the panties went, up and down, occasionally touching her clit. She was so wet now, the panties were almost dripping.“I am so sorry I hurt you Ma, lemme make you feel better.” I said as she moaned.I occasionally lifted the panties and moved my hands inside to touch her lips. She didn’t say anything and just continued to moan. I hunched over as she lay caressing her boobs and licked the panty lines. She twitched and giggled.She loved it! I traced the panty lines with my tongue.