‘Okay.’ He didn’t appear disappointed there was no protest. ‘So you are almost forty and haven’t remarried?’ ‘There was no pressure and ...here are woman around prepared to lend a hand.’ ‘You mean married women?’ He replied calmly yes because they were generally calmer and sought only a fling whereas generally younger babes focused on marrying into money. ‘Which do you really prefer?’ ‘Married women who’ve worked out what they like when having sex and know they are not expected to yap all the. A big grin brokeout on her face."Our parents left me in charge," she echoed in a sarcastically. "We cansettle this now. I'll wrestle you. Loser washes the dishes." You're on!" I replied smiling. "No way was a girl going to beat me" Ithought.She took a step back and smiled at me. It was not a friendly smile. Iwatched as she put her hair into a pony tail and slipped off her shoes.We were the about the same height, but I probably weighed about 10pounds more than she did. And, of course, I was a. First my right hand, then my left. From this position, I was not able to reach her sweet little pussy but that was fine. I had confidence that that part of her anatomy was preparing itself for the touch that was to come later. My hands moved to the top of her butt and slithered down towards the table. I gave a gentle lift and her butt rose, allowing my fingers to explore her pubic area and the uppermost regions of her pussy. Her butt rose quite high in eagerness (I had to restrain myself from. We grew up on a farm and one year, on his birthday, I conned him into peeing on an electric cattle fence. That threw him for a loop. To this day he blames me for the fact that he has six kids with his one wife.So, July 4th was always a special day for me. Now with my new family I was looking toward the holiday as a very special day. It was the first with my new family. My older daughters were aware of the things in their lives, which they were not before I had my Houston episode. This year.