As they stand, Abbie pulls Tim’s pants up for him. Gently adjusting his ball and prick in his underwear. Squeezing them gently as if say, ‘until...the next time.’ And zipping and buckling him in.They walk to the door arm in arm. There they cling to each other kissing more. Finally, Abbie pulls back and again thanks him for the flowers and dinner. Finishing saying, “And thank you for coming back as you did, and all that followed. Please know I will understand if you change your mind, but I. He felt her pulse finding it strong and breathed a sigh of relief. Her G-string had slipped, exposing her raddled old cunt with its sparse collection of greying pubic hair and the wrinkles of a once taut, young, snatch gone to seed. Tony cradled her head and stroked her face, captivated by his first sight of a real, living, he hoped she was, living twat. He shouldn’t look, it’s your Gran. The velvet cord had lodged under the myriad of slack, fleshy wrinkles at one side of her groin. He tried to. I knew all her underwear and bra's, and luckily since she still thinks she's 16 years old, she buys all the sexy lace bras and thongs. I sniffed a couple of them in the hamper and went to meet and walk my girlfriend out.My mom got home with a 18 pack of coors light and started downing them back to back. She was on a mission like every friday night, get drunk and get fucked. I sat next to her on the couch and started watching tv with her. I was in basketball shorts and she was in a spaghetti. This time I looked like a sixteen year old girl, to everyone. We rode in silence for a while, and the closer we got to the housethe more I started to feel faint. Katie noticed this."Are you alright Morgan?" she asked looking in my direction"I don't want mom to see me like this." I stammered through rather shortbreaths."Here take my hand." Katie said offering her hand, I took it andsqueezed. "Morgan, remember your mom is getting you all of your clothes,I think she knows what's best for you.".