A groan answered her cry and Jonathan tried to move his arms.Wild eyed and not realizing she was whimpering, Dani stared at him as he tried to move. T...en she jerked forward, almost zombie-like and, taking hold of one arm, helped pull him sideways off the rock."Aaahh!" Jonathan groaned as he slipped onto his side. Gasping with obvious pain and gripping his chest tightly, he managed to sit up on his legs and buttocks.Dani continued standing and staring down at him as he slowly recovered from his. Her hating older men looking at us only turned us on.We lived in Roanoke, VA, and one evening as Emma and I were jogging, we ran into this older black man, who spoke, and of course we jogged on. But when he yelled and asked if we were track stars, we stopped and told him that we ran track. He was a little man, about 5'8, 150, but very well built and in excellent shape. He was from North Carolina and was spending the summer with his 34 yr old nephew. He did not look a day over 40, and Emma and. .this was the norm,so I had a quite a good time looking at them.Our next door neighbours, were an woman in her 60's called Mrs Frenzil, a big busted thing, tight tweed skirts, glasses, the usual matron look, and Kathy whose husband was at sea, she was about 48,small, good looking, short bob hair, both lived in their aprons. Mrs F would always give me a hug ever since I was little always pulling me in, my head normally engulfed in her huge tits,which when she was attired in an apron would. “Ummmm Auntie” He moaned almost imperceptively but enough that let me know he enjoyed that.“Let’s warm a washcloth shall we?” I remarked while heading back to the bathroom. I loosened my housecoat belt a little further. The hot water tap started to squeal and steam. While heating the washcloth, I admired the luscious peekaboo gap from my legs through my tummy and the nearly full view of my breasts. That should give him a hard-on!“Back hun.” I closed the door and dimmed the lights, as I.