Clothing was simple since they would be staying in. The yoga pants and loose, pink cashmere off the shoulder sweater were comfortable and soft. A moto...cycle pulled up outside. It surprised her that he had decided to ride this late in the year. It had still been fairly warm some days but the weather in Tennessee was unpredictable at this time of year. They met at the door. He put down his bag. She softly wrapped herself around him, leathers and all. Kissing him, she unzipped his jacket and. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder than I have. From the beginning I was aware that he and. .. Shift“Charles, good grief,” Tamara laughed, “That was not funny.”The man grinned, never awkward except when it was just the two of them alone. In front of others, Charles Utah was the most charismatic man in the room, but in the rare moments he and Tamara were on their own, his carefully-controlled demeanor became a little hesitant. It was like he tried just a little too hard to impress her.Tamara found it adorable. Sure, he was a reasonably attractive man, and, in some other life, she would. I could already smell the ardour of her excitement as it lingered in the stuffy air of the empty house. My cock sensed it was needed for use as it began to gain length because of the floor show and the smell of sex lingering heavily in the air.She decided to move our encounter into her bedroom, so she easily gathered up her clothes and off we went to do the dirty. She was laying flat on her back when I managed to get out of my clothes. Sheepishly, she played with her pussy as I sat down beside.