She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. In the bedroom we embraced and kissed open mouthed. I let my hands roam over her bottom which ...idn’t feel a lot different too much younger bottoms I’d fondled. As we kissed we undressed each other. Betty was wearing a corset with integral suspender straps holding up her dark tan stockings and her big white panties came up as far as her belly button. Okay 70 years old but she looked so damned sexy in her underwear that I decided not to. Naturally I protested at the outrage though was careful not to move to ensure his hand stayed there."She isn't wearing any." He told the others.I then felt more hands gently moving up my legs, one on the outside of the other leg, and a third hand in between them. That hand drifted slowly upwards, flitting from one leg to another until it reached my knees. My dress was lifted up a little; I'm not sure whom by, then the hand continued to slide up this time with the whole palm of the hand feeling. ‘If you’re in a bad way I don’t mind jerking you off.’ ‘No, I’ll be fine. You’re a lovely young lady Geneva.’ Her face colored. ‘Dad said you’re the same age as me.’ ‘Yeah. We best be going. We were only booked for two hours.’ ‘It’s fine. Gail and I are pals although she’s into her forties. Because of that friendship I got her a twenty-percent discount on that new barn supplied by Merton Farm and Building Supplies. God, did you see the way she was looking at you.’ ‘Nah, I was more interested in. ”“Really? I almost want to be them,” he responded with a smile. He turned towards me and held up his glass in toast. “My name is Franklin. It is a pleasure to meet you.”“Likewise,” I responded while holding his eye contact as we clinked glasses. “I am Jean.”This time, it wasn’t the act of raising the glass that did anything. But when I swung my arm back to my side after raising it to him, I could feel my breast and nipple slip out of the dress, but I maintained my eye contact with him and.