Kind, with funny stories and a terrifically sarcastic old man sense of humor. She was mid 50s, still fairly petite but had her boobs done earlier in l...fe so was keeping it firm and perky up top, she kept herself put together and looking nice but without being over-the-top and trying too hard to look young. She was also kind, always sharing something she'd read in the newspaper, and I think very grateful that I was around to help Vince do "the manly man things" like fixing a door.My encounters. I'm sure your getting some of it out there is therapeutic, I'm just not sure if I'm the one to hear it." I said as I went to heat up some chicken soup for her."I'm sure you don't understand, but I had no friends at school, a few acquaintances, but no one I could really relate to. I was going to class and then coming back to our home. My world was school and that house. I was going home for the "family" holidays and parts of summers, but besides that, it was school, study, and her obsession with. She then had moved under the table on her hands and knees, reaching up and parting Samantha’s legs a bit further. Pulling on her sister’s hips, Robin soon captured Samantha’s wet lips in her own oral ones, and began to drive her tongue deep inside, sampling the tangy juices that began to flow rapidly from her sister’s shorn sex. Kept busy until Samantha had finished her breakfast, the older sister’s gentle stroking of Robin’s head let the younger girl know her efforts were appreciated. It had. Somewhere in my rational brain I was thinking that sure, we’ve discussed this fantasy but not more than that. She groaned about only your mouth knows how something, then told you to put your fingers in. Who was she?? I felt beads of sweat fall along my face. I was burning up from the heat. I heard you again, “I can spend all night eating you up. Relish you, my darling little slut.” My emotions took a skydive plunge into turmoil and angst that simultaneously fueled my skyrocketing salacious.